Tony Lane Poet Light Verse

Santas Cause

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.

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Elizabeth Wesley December 10, 2011 at 3:19 PM I think you'd look great in red if you can manaage the ho ho ho! You qualify my friend!

Don Johnson December 9, 2011 at 3:23 PM rock on Santa you'd be cool, as that fat reindeeer driving fool, spring about like mac mctool, yes Santa be on time....

Jack Horne December 9, 2011 at 2:26 PM LOL, loved this witty one, Tony. I think I've certainly got St Nick's belly : )

Andrea Dietrich December 9, 2011 at 10:37 AM Tony, this is another fun one for the season. Have you heard that joke about the four stages of santa claus in life? This reminded me of it.

Harry Horsman December 9, 2011 at 8:52 AM it far better to give than recieve, and your giving heaps here, you and all the other Santas good luck to you all, i know they made my christmas so special when i was a kid. great poem, Tony. harry Tony Lane December 9, 2011 at 9:08 AM Thank you Harry! Merry Christmas to you.

Carol Sunshine Brown December 9, 2011 at 8:49 AM Keep writing and sharing your fantastic poetry and I will keep reading and enjoying it Tony. Love, Carol

Gwendolen Song December 9, 2011 at 5:01 AM Only SANTA would be up THIS EARLY working in his toy shop with elves...you'lll need to hire taller workers next year or try and lower those shelves!!.....Yes, Tony, YOU ARE TURNING INTO SANTA CLAUS! What's Mrs. LAne think about this change in your occupation...maybe she'll like this change in her life when you've gone away for an extended vacation!! ha ha ha..your turn......I love your poem..Tho it needs more cowbells....or misquitoes...ha ha. Tony Lane December 9, 2011 at 6:08 AM You know Gwendolen, pretty soon we are going to have so many inside joke between us that people are just going to assume that we're nuts!

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl December 9, 2011 at 5:01 AM If you wish hard enough and have been a good boy al year, you never just know...x Tony Lane December 9, 2011 at 6:02 AM It's the being good part that always trips me up.