Santa Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Santa

His sledge in the air
The puller, reindeer
He carries the full bags
He gives gifts and fills sacks
He descends in chimneys
Leaves boxes under trees
He cares for poor, needy
He loves the well-behaved
He has names everywhere
Some call him Papa Noel
Some call him Baba Noel
And much more; it is nice
He's symbol and advice
"Hey people let's be kind."

Papa Noel hear me
This is my promise:
"I will give if I get."

He's smart; must've heard
He will then help me gain
On my word I remain.
I don't care if no snow
Instead is wind; gust.