Christmas
He came on the scene
many centuries ago-
Donning a bright red hat,
An’ a beard white as snow-
He flew through the air
in a sleigh and reindeer,
filled to the brim with toys
and lots of Christmas cheer-
He slid down the chimneys,
or through windows left ajar-
to bring smiles to all children,
both near and afar-
His eyes how they sparkled,
when left treats he did spy-
Cookies with milk, chocolate
cake or lemon pie-
Christmas Eve was his night,
to shine and to show-
That giving is a blessing,
wrapped in paper and bows-
Through the snow and the fog-
the wind or the rain,
His travels are swift from
the North Pole to Spain-
Not once does he whimper,
nor does he complain-
He just wipes off his specs,
and secures his cane-
He knows his importance,
in the famous Christmas cause-
His name is St. Nick, or just
Dear ‘Ol Santa Claus
© Lisa Hilbers
November 30, 2009
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Take care,
Sherry
Santa Fee
Bet Christmas morn, you'll find extra presents under your tree and permanently got off of 'the naughty list.' =] Lovely write for Santa Claus! Know he'll love this, as do I. Enjoyed this immensely.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D