The Christmas fair had colourful stalls
And Ginny wanted to see them all.
So did Sweetpea, her dragon pet
He didn’t know about Christmas yet.
As they walked on roads of ice
Ginny told him about being nice
“If you’re naughty Santa won’t come
To leave a present in your room.”
Ginny bought him a knitted hat
His old peapod was squashed and flat
He thanked her with an elegant bow
Sweetpea was being good, for now.
Soon it was time for Santa to come
His sleigh flew round the Town Hall dome
Then he landed in the snowy Square
To cheers from all the children there.
In a Grotto, that smelt of pinecone
Santa sat on his big red throne
As one by one the children came
To get a present, marked with their name
While they waited in line outside
Sweetpea fidgeted and sighed
He didn’t like the cold one jot
And breathed some flames to make it hot
“Careful, Sweetpea, you’ll start a fire!”
Ginny warned, “You’ll scorch the choir.
Don’t be a naughty little boy,
Or you won’t get a Christmas toy.”
But when at last came Ginny’s turn
Santa’s beard began to burn!
Poor Sweetpea hiccupped and singed it slightly
“Sorry, Santa,” said Ginny politely
Santa wasn’t really cross
“It’s just the tip, there’s not much loss.”
But Sweetpea knew he was to blame
And sadly left the Grotto in shame
Outside every trace of warmth was lost
As a bitter wind turned all to frost
When Santa climbed his sleigh to go
He found it stuck fast in the snow
“My sleigh can’t beat this chilly freeze
Sweetpea, melt this ice, quick please
Or there’ll be no more gifts tonight
If my reindeer cannot make their flight.”
So Sweetpea drew his dragon breath
His flames heated the runners beneath
Soon Santa was flying out of sight
Thanks to the dragon who did something right!
by Helen Earl