Behind the Beard

With the start of snow and festive delight, A tale unfolds on this magical night. Be-clause Santa, you know, is more than it seems, A secret held tight by holiday dreams. And as we explore these enchanting landscapes, The deep hidden truth of a story reshapes. For Santa's a woman, a mast-her-mind unseen, With a plan so brilliant, she runs this whole scheme. While the world believes in male Santa cheer, The true genius behind it is a woman in gear. Her name is Kris, and with maven of mind, Is a woman of purpose, is loving and kind. She is the brains, the brawn, and the heart, The soul orchestrator of this holiday art. Kris's lists are meticulous, logistics unbound, In every giftwrapping, new efficiencies found. While the frontman, a dude, takes the acclaim, Kris revels in anonymity, ruling the game. The male Claus a figurehead, just pretty face, While Kris, in the shadows, is setting the pace. The world sees an i-con, a man with a grin, But Kris is the force that makes Christmas begin. So this is to her, the woman, the power, The unseen magic of each decorated hour. With efficiency, grace, and maternal touch, She is each of us, a mom, who loves a little too much. For every mother out there, inspiriting life grand, Is homemade Kris-mirth joy wrought by your own hand!