T’was the Night Before Christmas; Pete Polar Bear was not amused. The ice sheet shared with Santa could no longer be used.
The North Pole melted – it could not be a worst plight. Santa’s workshop that topped it sank clear out of sight.
Santa’s elves saw it coming, worked night and day – Christmas toys now stacked on an iceberg in Santa’s old sleigh.
Santa was thankful but his problem’s quite clear. How does he take off with eight tiny reindeer?
For the reindeer need a run to speed to the sky. Trapped on a tiny iceberg, how could they fly?
Pete Polar Bear saw it all and knew it was bad. But it’s the time for solutions, not to mope or be sad.
Pete had a strong heart, a big brain in his head. His mission was simple: launch Santa, launch Santa’s sled.
Pete was tough, a good swimmer for sure. He jumped in the bay; he knew he’d endure.
Rudolph’s smile was big, his nose a bright red, guiding Pete to the iceberg and Santa’s trapped sled.
Santa threw Pete a line, and all held on tight. Pete turned to the wind and swam with all his might.
The iceberg stuttered but soon picked up speed. In the face of the breeze, Santa muttered, he had the lift he would need.
So Santa shouted and called them by name:
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the ice!
To the top of the ice wall!
Now dash away!
Dash away all!!!”
Pete took a deep breath, the iceberg floating by. He climbed its steep banks, his eyes to the sky.
Santa’s sleigh’s in full flight, a sight to behold. But Pete pondered, would next Christmas be ice-cold?
For if not we all have to worry. Not only about Santa or Pete or all who are furry.
We’re in this together, Pete, you and me. We take care of each other or we sink in the sea.
Yes, some understand, yes, some really care. But Santa’s plight tells us the care’s still too rare.
So, our New Year’s mission should hit the right zone: let’s all pitch in and help so no one goes it alone.
In the meantime, as Christmas is near, be thankful for Pete, for each other, and be of good cheer!
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays
Pondering Pete Polar Bear &
Joan and Dick Jacobs
© 2012 Dick Jacobs
The American Scholar: Our Imperiled World