As a Christmas Gift

As a Christmas Gift Life seemed so great while things were grand And my poems were loved throughout the land Everyone understood what each one meant Which from God had been heaven sent. Poems were read over and over again And in lots of languages also spoken By all tried and true found poems to be Adequately adjusting to each society. Current poems recently became well-known By each child and even if fully grown Firmly established standard to be set From first my poems had been met. Many more for you I saved in store In future will wonderfully love and adore Also many spirits my poems may uplift Calm us down emailed as a Christmas gift. Sent by James Thesarious Hilarious Horn Retired Veteran and Poet Was Santa in Air Force, Coast Guard or Soldier or sailor, tinkerer, toiler or a tailor. Whoever he or she was, he or she was probably my mom and dad. I am willing to bet my Christmas stockings on it. I might even look for him in there to. Buster Brown might be smiling and beaming.