Santahood returns

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?

OLD BONES RACKED WITH ARDOR SENSING,
AN AWESOME RIDE AHEAD IN FENCING,
MY CALLING NEVER ENDING THIS NIGHT OF TEASE.

THESE WORDS SO STUPEFYING, CONFUSING,
FIEND REGRET FOR THE LOSING,
SO MUCH - SO FEW - HAS GOT TO BE A CRIME.

THEN I OH CHAMPION A GLEAMING,
CONTRIBUTE MORE MY SACK IS TEAMING,
WITH TOYS FROM LITTLE GIRLS AND BOYS.

WHOSE LIVES NOW QUIETLY ESTEEMING,
IN DESTITUTION THEY ARE GLEANING,
FROM MY SIMPLE ACTS OF PEASANT JOY.

I THE SANTA TOYS FOR TAKING,
DESIRE CHARITY RELISH RAKING,
NEW CHILDREN'S' EYES WILL GLISTEN EVER MORE.

Origninal Art by Tom Browning Curtsy of Santa's Time Off Glass Christmas Ornament * JoAnn Harris