This is the poem my friend Sarah and I wrote after Hurricane Nina went through Hawaii. It was written in December 1957. Sarah deserves most of the credit for this poem. The reference to NINA is to Hurricane Nina.
Santa vs. Sputnik
It was Christmas Eve and the heavens were bright.
There was much to be done on this clear, sparkling night.
Santa was busy, loading his sleigh
With toys and presents for the following day.
He called for his helpers, to his team gave a whistle
And away they all flew, like a high powered missile.
He turned on his transistor for the news of the day
And heard that NINA was heading his way.
His face grew worried and with a furrowed brow
He wondered what that woman was up to now.
Suddenly his reindeer lunged with fright
As a bright glowing sphere sped out of the night.
Tossing and turning, it hurled its way
Towards Santa, the elves, and his reindeer and sleigh.
Closer it came and faster it flew,
As Santa cried: "Look out!" to his reindeer and crew.
"That confounded thing", he grumbled, then sighed,
"And that poor little mutt locked up inside".
The sphere circled and circled and slower it came
'Til it settled on the tip of a large candy cane.
Everything was quiet, no sound from inside
And everyone thought: "Perhaps he has ____"!
Santa opened the door and there, joyfully leaped
Into his arms, one small spotted heap.
Everyone laughed, especially old Santa
At the sight they beheld up there in the sky.
But no one down here knew the how or the why.
I'm sure that you didn't, for neither did I.
Did Santa take him home for himself? No Sirree!
Perhaps he'll be there, under your Christmas tree.