Badly Broken Machine
October 29, 2009
Written by: Rose Marie Rideout

There I sat in the quiet of the day,
No time for rest, no time for play,
Santa’s in need of a new wardrobe,
Before he delivers his hefty load.

The machine is tired, It’s getting old,
It can only do so much, I am told,
But I told Santa have no fear,
I don’t want him going naked and bare.

The tread is breaking, and knotting real bad,
It’s hardly moving, it sounds so sad,
Many years have passed on through,
Much sewing was done since it was new.

But I still have fingers, I sew real fine,
Santa’s suit will be ready in plenty of time,
I never start what I can’t deliver,
Even though my fingers will quiver.

Old Santa will be as proud as can be,
He’ll tell his elves, it was designed by me,
So he’ll be warm as he delivers that night,
I’ll deliver his suit, that I’ll sew real tight.