Spirit Of Santa Claus Poem by Michael Shutt

Spirit of Santa:

Why is it,
in our modern age,

when He shows up,

He's clapped
in chains?

And carried off
without His Sleigh?

I well rememember
Edmund Gwenn-

Nowadays,
His Home-

Asylum.

The way we treat now
Man in Red
should make Us bow
Unfestive Heads-

Should make Us cry-

Should make Us pause-

This Day
and Age;

The way we treat
Poor Santa Claus.

I well remember
as a youth,

His mall worn mauled

Red Suit
seemed truth.

But in
Black Monday's
Digital Age,

The Young
in Us Forgot.

The Young
in Us
just turned
the page.

The Young
in Us
just turned
the page,

past fancies of
poor Clement Moore.

The Young
in Us
just turned
the page-

No thought,
No Light,
No Hope
No Pause.

But, Yes-

Virginia-

There is a
Santa Claus.

He lives
each and
every month,

He lives
in every
one of Us.

When we pass by
a fellow traveller
on the street.

When we pass by
in Autumn's Pause-

When we pass by
in Summer Heat.

When we pass by,

Give Drink,
Give Meat,

A fellow soul
upon Life's Street.

When we give,

And when we pause,

Oh Yes.

There is
a Santa Claus.

When we do this
past Shopping Deals-

When we stop,

And see what's real.

And get beyond
Black Mondays Steals,

And go beyond
Our Silent Night,

And pray
for one
who's had a fall,

This sings
in Us,

It makes
Us Whole.

Fear Not!

Sing,
Sing!

Past Silent Fright:

In Age Old Truth
There is
True Light!

So
Hark,
my fellow
Pilgrims Sing-

In Summer,
Winter,
Fall,
and Spring-

Sing Songs
of Sweet Yuletide Delight!

'Merry Christmas
To All-

And to All-

A Good Night! '

3 December,2013