As a student teacher, I met children who had very little. Of course, there were those who had a sufficient life. That made an impression on me and it prompted this poem. Values are created in part by what we have and don't have. Santa Claus makes all children happy, the ones who have and those who have not - at least in this poem. SANTAHOOD IS COMING TO TOWN a strange and wondrous tale by charles mistretta 93' ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHT DREARY, I GRABBED MY BAG IN SUCH A FURY, WANTING TO PLEASE LITTLE GIRLS AND BOYS. THOSE REINDEER GROANED AND MUSED WITH RANCOR, THEN NEVER WAS HEARD SUCH SNORTS OF BANTER, QUIVERING I FILLED MY SACK WITH TOYS. THE NIGHT SO FULL ANTICIPATING, WONDROUS DONATIONS COMMISERATING, DID I DESERVE THIS GIFT TO PLEASE? ...