Pitter Patter

On the roof

Is the sound of

Reindeer poop

These special pellets

More precious than toys

Give, and give

Abundance and joy

Long after Santa Claus

Rests easy from his flight

The reindeer poop remains

Day-long and through the night

It’s magical, you see,

From North Pole grass and grain

Infused with flakes of snow

That sparkle like Champagne

It’s a potent fertilizer

Mixed with blessings from the sky

That makes the flowers bloom

For Christmas in July