The Christmas that the Robin Perched on Paul's House

One Christmas, over Paul's house, the robin redbreast flew....

He was slightly off course, of course...

As the wind strongly blew !

Though he flapped his wings, as hard as he could...

He didn't fly as straight as a Christmas robin should !

As quick as a flash, the robin did dash,

He landed on his head with a considerable BASH !

He actually crash-landed in the wood...

His wing was broken, his beak, no good!

Paul heard all the commotion and the noise,

Expecting Santa with a sackful of toys !

He called for Santa and the Christmas fairy,

To come rescue the bird and do something extra - ordinary!

Without the robin, to tell Santa he'd been a good chap...

Paul was getting in a bit of a flap !

He wouldn't get any presents, he feared somewhat,

That this year he wouldn't get an awful lot !

The fairy came and waved her wand,

On the robin and where he'd come to land...

It was a miraculous trick that the fairy performed,

Although the wind blew fiercely and the weather still stormed !

The robin hopped off,

Whilst he stopped off,

Santa a sackful of goodies dropped off !

In no time at all, the robin was flying around...

Tweeting merrily a hundred metres off the ground !

All in all, the day with Paul,

Was the best Christmas ever that Santa did recall !