There lives this jolly old sole,
People say lives at the north pole.
He creates toys,
For good girls and boys,
Is revered by those young and old.

Known for his red suit and sash,
Large frame, white beard and mustache,
A big round belly,
That shakes like jelly,
When something makes him laugh.

Some think he's blessed with great wealth,
Has magical reindeer and elves.
Children believe,
On Christmas eve,
He delivers gifts all by himself.

Traveling the world in a sled,
He arrives when kids are in bed.
Slips into the house,
As quiet as a mouse,
While dreams dance around in young heads.

With a team of 8 tiny reindeer,
He delivers hope and good cheer,
A source of delight,
On one special night,
That comes the same time every year.

The perfect lap sitting host,
Who never gets angry or boasts.
Everyone knows,
His ho ho ho's,
A laugh that distinguishes him most.

The image of a King well fed,
A Wiseman all dressed up in red.
A comical gnome,
With a snow covered home,
A character commercially bred.

Whether he actually exists,
Is the source of hoax or myth,
To those that believe,
He's a pleasant reprieve,
The perfect Father Christmas.




Copyright © December 2009
Kevin Mooney