Listen close, for you will hear,
the sound of the plump old man coming near!
He silently lurks upon your rooftops at night
and when least expected, can cause quite a fright!
Your chimney is his at Christmas time,
his act of lowering himself through it is sublime!
If you do not leave him some milk and cookies,
he will take back your presents and remain unpleased!
Ridden from the North on reindeers and a sleigh
Rudolph is the lead reindeer, you will never hear him neigh!
Leaving Mrs Clause sexually frustrated and alone,
Santa Clause is on his way to all of our homes!
His list is so long he needs another three bags,
he barely leaves any coal, yet children always nag!
His elves physically violated so they will deliver,
But they can take so much as the gift lists get bigger!
Poor Santa, roaming the cold snowy skies,
he has no time to take a break and savour some McDonald's fries!
His line of work is demanding, more than you know,
Imagine leaving your warm house and delivering presents in the snow!
Yet he still keeps on giving, with his Ho ho ho's,
With his old clicky knees and his frosty white nose,
his silky red outfit barely fits around his waist,
yet he makes his way around the world in one night, with such haste!
The sleigh bells will ring and carollers will sing,
and the festive season will come, and great food it will bring!
family reunite, ignoring possible fights,
and take part in gift-giving and receiving all through the night!
But this Christmas day, ignore what they say,
and try to send happiness to the poor, up their way,
For the good Christmas cheer that we feel every year,
tends to miss out on those who do not live very near.
I wrote this poem, I suppose, to illustrate that cheer is not spread around to everyone. Though you may enjoy Christmas time and the company of your family and the great food that you are surrounded with in the festive season, please note that you are one of the few who has a chance to experience this. There are many in the world who do not have the ability to be cheerful on Christmas, let alone any other day.
So while you put up that fiftieth faux Christmas tree which you purchased last Saturday because it is a different colour from the other forty-nine that you own, and while you wrap presents and lay them beneath it and offer your children the false premise which claims that Santa Clause will deliver those gifts which they carefully indicated to you that they wanted and which they cannot make links back to you when you so cleverly cover your tracks with the idea of Santa Clause, and while you sit with your loved ones and consume a sacrificial lamb or turkey or pig or chicken, think of those who have none of this, and accept how fortunate you are.
Accept it and live not a life of misery wherein you believe that the world is wired to work around you, because in all actuality it is working in your favour. You have a home, shelter, a family, and all the Christmas cheer you will need this festive season.
Think of others, because if you were in their situation you would want them to think of you, too.
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