Watching You Play Santa - Poem by Mary Nagy
You put on the whole get-up
the suit, the boots and bells.
I watch you with the children...
some have whispers, some have yells.
They tell you their requests
while dreams just fill their eyes.
No matter what they ask for
you assure them you will try.
They always leave you smiling
and they know that you are real.
That you are truly Santa
and you know just how they feel.
The little ones are shy at first.
You put them right at ease.
You let them talk to you awhile
as they sit acrossed your knee.
The older ones are more unsure.
They don't know what to think.
But, you make sure they're watching
when you look at them and wink.
Your heart is so apparent
as you look into their eyes.
You make sure that you call each one
their name...to their suprise.
I've always wanted Santa
to be just my very own.
It's nice that when the suit comes off
I get to take you home.
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