Trevor Mcleod Poet Quatrain

Jolly Old Saint Nicholas

Who's the big fat reddest suit
the children shout excited.
Who'll take presents from his bag
and hand them proof enlighted.

Who shouts ho
fat ho fat ho
Laughs for children
brash and brough.

Cracks the whip of Christmas Spirit
Beckons kids to sit and stare at.
Fuels the weir for Christmas wishes.
and calls communion Saint Nick Merrit.

JOLLY OLD SAINT NICHOLAS

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Line Gauthier November 29, 2018 at 8:25 PM A fun poem with great rhythm, Trevor. Trevor Mcleod November 30, 2018 at 10:34 AM Thanks Line. I think the poem helps keep Santa in Christmas. I see people getting away from gift giving now days and they forget that it's part of Christmas to give. Of course if I'm not mistaken it was gold Santa gave out in the history books. LOL I'd hate to think of Santa as a banker though. LOL Trevor