I sat on his lap with little thoughts . . . Hmm?
In doubt, but never would I asked
"Is this really the real Santa Claus, I’d wonder
or, is he just some old man donning his mask?"

I looked at his nose
Now, this guy’s really glows!
. . . his twinkle, I awed . . . stilled in wonder, I eyed
Thinking maybe this Santa was the real, really Claus!

His suit was big and red. . . 
just like all the other ones, since Ned
with wide,  snow fur borders
his long white bearding in order . . .

Big black boots buckled silver
Me, looking up and down under
Not so much in questioning
but searching, in muddle . . . I saw

He held a long leather strap, ringing real jingle bells
A rolly-polly rosy old man, who had that funny, smelly, old peoples smell!
Santa sat there and told me, some other story about Rudolph
One, I know you will tell!

He began while removing his glove, wiggling four fingers, telling how he'd lost one
Rudolph bit it off, hungry, he said, that very first year, since Ned
"I was feeding him right out my hand . . .
When my right middle finger, he then, chewed off and ran . . ."

Well, all my life . . . all my Christmas times, fore
This same Santa would come to our door
He’d be jingling those bells, sounding hearty, Ho, Ho, Ho’s!
Waving those four fingers as he’d wrinkle his nose

Candy canes, he gave us
and little coloring books with crayons
Winking, then asking
"Were you a good girl this year?"

Of course, as always, I replied with a, "Yes!"
Presenting back to him, a right middle finger, waving high in the air!
Saying, "O’ have a very Merry Christmas, Santa!"
and "Thank you for everything, dear!"

I guess I needed showing’ him, mine right back at to him
my right middle finger was still quite there!

Copyright 2007
Kimmy Van Kooten