Following hot on the trail of *poems* 1 & 2, here is the 3rd edition of a Christmas poem that I have written:
Christmas *Poem* 3
As Santa Claus
heads on in to town
I can't help feel
that we've let him down
As he makes his way
o'er the big city
can his heart be filled
with anything but pity
I stop and wonder
if he has taken
the time to ponder
how we went so wrong
If he stops to think
what has become of Christmas
and how the people he visits
no longer do it justice
Does sweet Virginia
run through his memory
along with the hubbub created
when she asked if he might be
the fact that we've turned
from all that made the day pure
does make any less
its historic lure
Piloting his sleigh
with Rudolph at the helm
all the thoughts that would weigh
a mortal man down
Must be lost in the sky
'cuz he still has that
same ol' twinkle in his eye
Optimism unseen
by those down below
Waiting on the day
when many more
will still Believe
heads on in to town
I can't help feel
that we've let him down
As he makes his way
o'er the big city
can his heart be filled
with anything but pity
I stop and wonder
if he has taken
the time to ponder
how we went so wrong
If he stops to think
what has become of Christmas
and how the people he visits
no longer do it justice
Does sweet Virginia
run through his memory
along with the hubbub created
when she asked if he might be
the fact that we've turned
from all that made the day pure
does make any less
its historic lure
Piloting his sleigh
with Rudolph at the helm
all the thoughts that would weigh
a mortal man down
Must be lost in the sky
'cuz he still has that
same ol' twinkle in his eye
Optimism unseen
by those down below
Waiting on the day
when many more
will still Believe
