Santa Daddy

It seems that daddy loses ground
             when that old Santa comes around
For with his smile and apple cheeks
     caught by the glimpse of one who peeks

Excitement roars its fluffy head  
                 as kiddies must lay down to bed
With thoughts of jolly beards and boots
               a doll that cries, a’train that toots

For wondrous are the mysteries
            awaiting ‘neath the Christmas trees
And how can daddy then compete
            with ” Ho, Ho, Ho’s “.about to greet

A busy man must Santa be
                  a world of children he must see
Despite his reindeer flight so swift
                 much needed help is such a gift

At least until a certain age
                when kiddies turn a certain page
On Christmas Eve they can’t connect
                 that daddy is the prime suspect!
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Messina Avatar
December 12, 2022 at 5:48 AM
You are a master at rhyming, Mike. You tell a GREAT story too! Wonderful poetry...Happy Monday!
Gentile Avatar
December 12, 2022 at 6:36 AM
Thank you Charlie, Happy Monday!!
Wolf Avatar
December 10, 2022 at 7:30 PM
You mean, I mean... er, uh... is it possible? ... no Santa Claus? Mike, just one last request: Don't take away the Tooth Fairy!
Gentile Avatar
December 11, 2022 at 4:58 AM
She is my next expose' GW!!! Thanks
Sands Avatar
December 10, 2022 at 10:37 AM
I enjoyed this fun poem Mike. Well done. Happy Saturday :)
Gentile Avatar
December 11, 2022 at 4:57 AM
Thanks so much Heidi xxoo
Pandit Avatar
December 10, 2022 at 9:17 AM
Delightfully dwelling in festive spirits--a lovely write, as always, Mike.
Gentile Avatar
December 11, 2022 at 4:57 AM
Thank so much Viijay!!
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December 10, 2022 at 8:43 AM
Ah, how sweet, Mike. Reminded me so much of those innocent years when I believed in the Santa of "The Night Before Christmas" and the years I struggled because other kids said he didn't exist. When I asked my mom, she said, "When you no longer believe in Santa, Christmas is never the same." So, I still believe!
Gentile Avatar
December 11, 2022 at 4:58 AM
We all should Milt! Thanks
Cunningham Avatar
December 10, 2022 at 7:47 AM
Lol brought back happy memories Mike, for I was the man. Shame though, my daughters all grown up now and I sure miss that glass of whiskey they used to leave the man in red. Tom
Gentile Avatar
December 11, 2022 at 4:57 AM
That's a very nice memory to have Tom, thank you!!
Logan Avatar
December 10, 2022 at 6:25 AM
Your thoughts on any subject are always created with such interesting, and rhythmic lines, Mike. There is one hero in this story... he wears two sets of clothing. Faved it. Happy weekend.
Gentile Avatar
December 10, 2022 at 7:43 AM
Thank you Jenna for such a lovely compliment xxoo
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