The Legend Of Santa Claus
It’s Christmas Eve and all is well.
Across the night sky, Santa in his sleigh speeds,
Cutting a path between the stars;
His elves have been busy all year round,
Making toys to meet children’s needs.
Wearing his best Christmas suit,
He will bring everyone cheer -
But sadly though, he visits only once a year!
Santa’s sack of gifts weighs him down
And in his haste, a toy or two might fall to Earth -
Perhaps to be picked up by a child
In a far-off land
Where Christmas doesn’t exist
And where children definitely don’t make lists!
For them, Christmas is known only
In rich nations’ song -
Oh why can’t the toys be given
To whomever they really belong?
Outlined against a silver moon,
Santa speeds on and on -
He’s in too much haste to hear the moon’s mirth,
For that old man laughs at the long-held myth,
When children constantly ask - does Santa really exist?
In this sad world, the real meaning of Christmas
Has been almost lost -
And, we all wonder at what cost?
In the future’s dark forests, in the mists of time,
Dear Santa Claus may be remembered
Only in rhythm -
And in rhyme.
© June Maureen Hitchcock
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