The Truth About Santa -Roann Mendriq

T’was days before Christmas, the world was a mess; 

Children were doubting, (mine too, must confess!) 

They wanted to know now, how Santa could be; 

all over the world, in one night, you see? 
So, I sat mine down gently – it seemed the right time, 

to tell him the truth, with reason…and rhyme! 

Of course, Santa is real! He did live long ago, 

But not like you know him, to him there was more.. 
He was an old, holy priest, in a sleepy old town, 

Who smiled with his eyes, and never did frown; 

He was called Nicholas and was named a saint, 

because of his kindness, which had no restraint. 
He didn’t fly through the sky, wearing bright red, 

with black shiny boots, and a bell on his head! 

He didn’t have reindeer, pulling his sleigh, 

He carried his presents, the old fashioned way! 
Not as plump as a pudding, he was poor as could be; 

But he loved giving gifts, he gave them happily. 

He gave them in secret, not with a great noise; 

He gave them with care, to good girls and boys. 
Stockings and boots, were kept at the doors, 

Good Nicholas filled them, with God only knows! 

Coins for hot dinners, and cakes for the small ones, 

Warm dresses for daughters, warm cloaks for the sons!
Now, you tell me children, you make the choice, 

Who is Santa Claus? Tell me with one voice! 

Is it that plump, jolly fellow, who goes “HO, HO, HO! ” 

Who delivers x-boxes, right at the front door? 
Or is it that ancient old priest, who was holy and wise, 

Who helped all the poor, with love in his eyes? 

Who might’ve been thin, and wore tattered clothes, 

Who is the Saint here, whom do you suppose? 
And children know truth, when told from the heart, 

For they are truth-tellers, right from the start! 

They smiled with pure wonder, they laughed with pure bliss, 

They were right all along! Santa was St.Nicholas! 
He wasn’t a myth, a fable, a lie, 

A story that grown-ups, dislike to deny! 

He is as real as you, and as you! and as me! 

Celebrating the ChristChild for all eternity! 
For the true gifts of Christmas, don’t ever break, 

They never cause tears, nor any heartache; 

They are Good-will and Love, and true Peace and Joy 

St.Nicholas brings them, for the small Birthday-boy!

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