Jingle Jingle
Jingle jingle goes Kris Kringle,
As he polishes his sleigh,
Neat and prim, filled to the brim,
With presents on display.
Jingle jingle goes Kris Kringle,
As he harnesses the reindeer,
See Rudolph's nose as it shines and glows,
It will make you laugh and cheer.
Jingle jingle goes Kris Kringle,
As he rockets through the night,
On Dasher, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen,
What an incredible sight!
Jingle jingle goes Kris Kringle,
As he ambles through the snow,
Down the chimney he slides, barely touching the sides,
Leaving presents and soot prints in tow.
Jingle jingle goes Kris Kringle,
As he lands at his North Pole grotto,
Now he must sleep, drink warm milk and count sheep,
Until next year, be good, ho ho ho!
As he polishes his sleigh,
Neat and prim, filled to the brim,
With presents on display.
Jingle jingle goes Kris Kringle,
As he harnesses the reindeer,
See Rudolph's nose as it shines and glows,
It will make you laugh and cheer.
Jingle jingle goes Kris Kringle,
As he rockets through the night,
On Dasher, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen,
What an incredible sight!
Jingle jingle goes Kris Kringle,
As he ambles through the snow,
Down the chimney he slides, barely touching the sides,
Leaving presents and soot prints in tow.
Jingle jingle goes Kris Kringle,
As he lands at his North Pole grotto,
Now he must sleep, drink warm milk and count sheep,
Until next year, be good, ho ho ho!
This poem is copyright (©) Jacoby Crane 2025
About the Writer
Jacoby Crane
Jacoby is an eccentric artist living in Derbyshire. They spend their time baking, making peculiar things, doodling doodles and writing oddities, currently they're focusing on poetry, haiku and short stories. Jacoby's inspiration mostly comes from their unusual dreams and the weirdly wonderful things their kids quote, but their muse comes in the form of Chris Riddell.
