Christmas Poem A Merry Santa
Twas the advent of the year; the Levendis,
Where the children are in their most happiest,
The celebration of a king: Jesus de Nazareth,
Where the red coated man comes in surprises,
Gifts; to love the little ones,
But sadden, this year was different.
The children feared the worrisome of their parents,
About the economy of the nation;
The no money… no money… slogan.
It taunt their hearts to say; No Christmas trees
No light in my Christmas shoe…
Feared their hearts; was the red coated man;
May never show, because there is no money in the nation –
Worded the words of their parents.
Falleth thus; was the Christmas’ eve
As the night grew into the Christmas’ dawn
A breeze blew pass the window roof
To sigh the children on their broken beds
(The bells jingle) Awaken they became,
To see the fairy lights of the red’s man hat
They all gathered in awe of his beauty.
Then the red man said; Christmas is here
And it’s always going to be here
Because not I nor He is Christmas, but you all.
For your smile light up the trees;
Your hearts merry the season… he sings:
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way…
(Their eyes smiled from their cheeks;
Oo…oh, Santa sings…)
…Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh…
So he sang… so he danced…
Up to the snow on the hill; he stood
As he waved his white fingers to the children
To say; Merry Christmas !
This Christmas poem was written by Rufus Brughs.
(c) Rufus Brughs