Santa
The big jolly fellow in dead of the night
laughs and giggles
romps and plays
twists and turns
in so many ways
he shrinks with a touch
to the top of his hat
and rides on the air currents
far better than that
he slides down your chimney
with toys in his sack
his giggling chuckle
will take up the slack
all year he works
from morning to dusk
breaking a sweat
in the smell of the musk
the magic of love
makes his heart swell with pride
as he takes out his reindeers
for Christmas to ride
Merry Christmas everybody
Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2021
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