The Night Santa And His Elves Visited: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Seeing Santa bring/
toys to good girls and boys can’t/
help but bring you joy.

Blue Head Shaken, Not Stirred: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

She shakes her head, and/
like sunlight reflected/
off waves, I’m blinded.

She captivates me./
Blue streaked hair, n’er tongue, too young,/
yet I get misty.

Finding more random/
joys: Santa, hand bell ringers,/
Young singers: Noel!

Her I/O /
was low (she said.) Instead, I/
showed her: It’s not so!

Maybe the best way/
to get the Christmas spirit/
is to act like Christ.

Given my druthers,/
I’d rather ride with her than/
crusty old truckers.

When you follow the/
Lord’s promptings you may learn why/
you had to do it.

Giant red cedars./
Moss. Ferns. Rain. Gray skies. Traffic.
I don’t miss a thing.

You try to save cash,/
but sometimes you have to pay/
for mistakes you make.