Inside Christmas

I saw Santa Claus walking the other day, Walking home from the mall, He looked kind of frail, Didn’t look like him at all, He looked kind of sad, Had that vacant kind of stare, So I pulled to my right, And I offered a chair, I asked may I help, He just shook his head down, But I still caught that glimmer, Inside of that frown, He spoke mostly soft, And explained a great deal, He looked undernourished, Like he needed a meal, I offered him dinner, I cooked him a feast, I cooked it by hand, He was hungry to say the least, His eyes opened wide, He smiled at me then, So I asked was he pleased, With Christmas again, He put out his hand, And thanked me right there, He turned away, And said Christmas is here.