The Man in Red
What can I say about this man in red
Who slips into my home while I was in bed.
He entered my domain not using a light
I never made a call, to the police last night.
My children in bed, were snuggled warm,
Safe and sound from a harsh winter storm.
Our dog laid silent, in front of the fire,
When he appeared in, in his red winter attire.
Buck is a good dog, he'll stand his ground,
Yet, this fellow showed, and he made not a sound.
What do we know about this little man,
Who can enter a house, when no one else can.
Why is he special? We invited him here,
We wait for him, twelve months of the year.
Our children plan, and look forward to this day,
Hoping for toys, before he gets away.
The day is Christmas… a day of good cheer,
He leaves many presents and happiness here.
The little man I speak of, is jolly Santa Clause,
He's known for charity, and love without pause.
There was also a card, for Momma and I
As she read it to me, a tear welled in her eye.
“I ask you to remember, what day this is,
It’s the Christ child’s birthday… please celebrate his.”