Poetry

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For twenty years he’d played the part
Of Santa in the Mall
His bearded smile had won the hearts
Of children big and small.

His crimson suit, his elf like hat
His big black boots and specs
With deep ho-ho’s and friendly chat
Had earned him great respect.

The children queued for photographs
While parents watched with pride
He entertained with belly laughs
But had no joy inside.

When day was done and he went home
He left his smile behind
It’s lonely when you’re all alone,
More so at Christmas time.

Then from his high rise vantage spot
He’d watch the scene below—
Of late begun to think a lot—
“Why all the lights and show?”

From somewhere in his mind’s recess
Recalled a tale once heard—
A God-child came to save and bless—
His heart was sweetly stirred.

“How come the world’s forgotten Christ
Though it still celebrates?
Has Santa Claus our hearts enticed
And Jesus been replaced?”

Got on his knees and cried to God—
The star shone in his heart;
His life so long a mere charade
But now he’d found his part.

So now he stands outside the mall
And gives out Jesus tracts
And seeks to share with big and small
Not make-believe but facts.

The line to Santa Claus still throngs,
By far the longest line—
The way to life’s where he belongs
Now he’s been reassigned.


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