Santa Claus Poem by Charles Karia

They say Jesus was born on this date,
But don't forget that's not confirmed,
So we are merry and gorge on meats,
Enter in wine red dress; oh Santa Claus.

He has nothing at all to do with Jesus,
And has a hat you've seen with witches,
And if you can poetically open your eyes,
You realise his name rhymes with Satan's,

Just like the way deceitful Satan told Jesus,
I will give you all the glory wealth and riches,
His bag he sluggingly carries never lacks a gift.
With edibles to make the initiation complete.

He has guts; You will even see him in Church.
Slyly walking and winking to make a catch,
Among the unfasted; the drowsy fat sheep,
While the sheepkepers in silk vestments sleep.