'The Man With The White Beard And Red Suit' Poem by David Bennett

'THE MAN WITH THE WHITE BEARD AND RED SUIT'

I looked across at the crisp cold night.
Towards the end of December
I was seven years old and full of hope.
Of seeing him ride above me,
I never did, but he must have done.
Because when I woke the next day
He had always been and left them.
Chocolates, books and toys and games,
They seemed in much abundance.
He must have had so much money,
Because my friends he also funded.
Energy as well to go round the world,
In just one single day with just his reindeers with him.
All the carrots and mince pies he ate
no wonder he was so plumpish,
And the sherry he drank along the way must have made him rather drunkish.
I loved that man like Mum and Dad
He really was so beneficial,
This ageless man in his red suit is
timeless and essential.

David Bennett