A poem in the mail

This poem arrived in a letter today. The letter writer did not write the poem. I wish I knew who wrote it.

Santa's Sleigh

Have you ever wondered
Where Santa leaves his sleigh,
When he brings toys for the girls and boys
To find on Christmas Day?

For reindeer, all the roof-tops
are much too smooth and steep!
One slip, and they'd go sliding down,
and land in one big heap!

But if they were in the garden,
How could Santa, with his sack,
Climb right up to the roof-top,
Then down the chimney stack?

There's too much danger in the road...
So, where CAN he leave his sleigh?
Perhaps you'd like to ask him,
When he comes round your way!