(Co-written with Indira Rajagopal – for non-Corvallis people, the fairgrounds is on 53rd street)
’Twas the night before Christmas as I drove around
Admiring the lighting strung up in the town
Corvallis was decked out in holiday cheer
And it wouldn’t be long until Santa was here
As I went past the fairground’s bright colored sign
I thought I detected a bit of a whine
So I turned off the engine, hopped out of the car
But saw nothing ‘cept clouds covering up all the stars
Discouraged, I turned to go back and drive on
When a man dressed in red just appeared on the lawn
He clearly was worried, his face in a frown
Saying, “I do not know how I’ll get around now”
I asked, “Are you lost, perhaps I can help”
And then it occurred to me, ’twas Santa himself
He shook his head briskly, anxiety growing
Saying, “I just cannot see any place I am going”
I must have looked puzzled, but before I could ask
He said, “Rudolph’s red nose is covered up by his mask”
Immediately I realized old Santa’s plight
It certainly was a most foggy night
And finding your way without a bright light
Would be next to impossible if you’re in flight
“Don’t worry,” I told him, “I have an idea”
And pulled out a wire I’d bought at Ikea
Connecting it to a battery and the rails of his sled
I heard Santa gasp as it slowly glowed red
“Gadzooks,” he declared, “This is really quite sweet”
“I declare it The Miracle on 53rd Street”
“On Dasher, on Dancer, head up to the skies”
“We need to move fast – ‘fore this battery dies”
And with that, he took off disappearing in clouds
To go finish off his toy giving rounds
Now what, you may ask, was the thinking involved
That allowed Santa’s problem to so simply be solved?
It’s easy, a punster can readily see
Every sLED has within it an LED
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