Why did I take this job - playing Santa Claus?
I am so uptight from kids’ thunderous jaws.
"I want this - I want that." They call me a fraud.
They have yanked at my hat; my beard they have clawed.
As one Santa to another, hear me out
Let me sit on your lap awhile and just spout.
Greed has tricked us all with the goal to defraud.
I’ve thanks for a gift that we all can applaud.
I have lists of my own, my grasping at straws.
But this weekend’s sad news makes me stop to pause
and thank God for the gift of life He supplies.
I wish for patience to see kids with His eyes.