SANTA

His beard was white as white can
be,

His looks as old as ninety-three.

But when he smiled his eyes
shone bright

And twinkled merrily with
delight.

"You have been good", he said to
me,

And stroked his beard. "Now let
me see.

I'd like to visit, send some stuff.

Would Christmas Eve be soon
enough?"

"Of course, that is my busy night,

So make sure you're sleeping
tight.

I won't have time to chat,

I'll be too busy for that.

Just then he laughed, his belly
shook.

He said," I've something for you,
look!

And his blue eyes still shone with
glee.

Now I'm as happy as happy can
be.

Darren Fitzpatrick

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