Santa’s Book of Hope

Entering, old Santa stomped shaking snow off his boots

Hung his damp hat and tattered red coat on a hook

Then sat back in his favorite chair before the fireplace

Lit his pipe, put his feet up, gripped a well worn book

With his eye glasses perched low on his big red nose

Santa opened to a page well marked and began to read

It brought him comfort now his work was finally over

A book of good deeds that made up for world greed

He read of little Johnie who always visited the seniors

Of Suzie who always helped her Mother with the chores

A story about Christine giving the sick a helping hand

And one about Rose who for all kept her open doors

Santa read of the brave soldiers far off in foreign lands

Read of children’s pets who from a fire saved his family

Who gave their all just so freedom’s bell could ring

Of fireman and policeman who risked their lives daily

It was in the early morning hours Santa faded off to sleep

His book of smiles resting on his belly as he gently snored

Dreams of a better world where peace on earth survived

So all the sadness would never again just be ignored…