Santas Cause

Written by: Tony Lane

I’ve gained some weight and I can see my beard is turning white, To get the kid’s presents put under the tree I stay up half the night. In order to read the tags I have to wear my reading glasses, My wife just brought me a tray of cookies that she baked with molasses. Now I can see that I need to work on my list of character flaws, I have to be good because now it seems I’m turning into Santa Claus. There was a time in my young life that I was so cool and slick, But now more often it seems that I’m confused with ol’ St. Nick. I could fight it I suppose and try to pretend that it’s a pack of lies, The more I think about it though; I might like a sleigh that flies.