24/12/2025
It ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, a magical sight,
As I piloted my drone in the cold winter night.
Hoping for pictures of snow on my home,
Something unusual appeared as I flew alone.
At first, it seemed just a trick of the light,
Or perhaps, I imagined it there in my sight.
But there in the midnight sky—so near—
Was a shape that enchanted; my curiosity grew clear.
Guiding my drone for a closer view,
Sneaking behind for a photo or two,
The truth was revealed, no illusion or lie—
Jolly old Saint Nick soared through the sky!
Santa in crimson, his reindeer in flight,
I followed behind through the magical night.
I steadied the controls, drawing in near,
But Santa, it seems, was quick to disappear.
With a sudden bank right and a vertical climb,
Reindeer straining and bells keeping time.
With a nod and a wave, he vanished from sight,
Into the moon’s glow and the cold of the night.
Only sparkly dust and crisp air remained,
I was left stunned, my wonder unfeigned.
Would anyone believe this magical flight,
Of a drone and Saint Nick on Christmas Eve night?
