From a wandering planet of a faroff star
a Santa with a bubbling sack of ideas
came, dropping them near, hurling them far,
armed with prolific typewriter and pencil,
telling the universal stories,
prodding and pushing us up to the heavens,
exploding with passion and allegories,
a meteor streaking, racing, flashing,
lighting up the infinite skies,
preaching that the lantern of wisdom
isn't reserved for only the "wise,"
setting the stakes with his Toynbee Convector,
designing the future, drawing the chart,
challenging us to believe in ourselves,
doing it all from the depths of his heart.
Be always safe,
Karen
TRASK