The old bearded man stood tall at his table
Making gifts of love for the small and unkept
Yes, it was he, the Santa of the fable
As the gifts became life he smiled and he wept
Each gift he wrapped with starry tinsel so bright
Topping each with a bow to keep them secure
Long trip they must endure through a moonlit night
Bouncing along in a sleigh of love most pure
In one gift was hope, in another was love
The tinsel held peace and also charity
One big bag carried faith in God up above
Santa rode along with zest and clarity
Neither storm nor darkness could keep him aground
His load was too precious to not spread around
When he’d finished and returned to the Pole
He found Ms. Claus waiting with slippers and robe
He fired up his pipe and away went the cold
And laughed as he told about circling the globe
His favorite part was of young smiling faces
And of poor in rags feeling love for one day
He had landed his sleigh in pretty tight places
Among high wires and chimneys, so he did say
Then, his eyes crying while he sipped hot cider
He rued the ones missed, there had to be a few
Ms. Claus sighed and then spoke from deep inside her
“Think not of the missed for your love has shown through”
Then she bent and kissed his sweet, worried old head
“Merry Christmas Santa now get off to bed”
Author notes
A double sonnet about all the hard work Santa does. Pic is by me, feel free to use.
A contest entry
- HOLLY JOLLY CHRISTMAS by dragonscales.
1050 points, ended December 25, 2008, 20 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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Such a sweet write of how we used to think of Santa in our far more innocent childhood. You have captured the feelings of our belief in the kindly old man who would make children smile all over the world. Even now, as we grow older, how we still love to think in that childish innocent way again each year, maybe trying to hang on to our belief in humanity in this screwed up world. Well done, for a while you took me back.
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This is a most wonderful write in vivid metaphoric verses of some pure Holiday Spirit...You have given your readers the real magic of Merry Christmas...the same things Jesus came to this earth to share with all of us. I bet its really a headache for poor old Santa and St Nick...but remember jesus is coming again....real soon! You know if the world would just try some of the gifts you have here .....it would be a even better place...Merry Merry Christmas to you and God Bless You...I know SHE loves you......
novy
I love you
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oh and great job with the santa picture
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it is so nice
i like this piece. the tempo is easy to follow and the the plot is simple to understand. i like how you wrote this poem to give credit to how hard Santa works each year for Christmas.
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