An old man in a red suit, appeared out of the blue, <br />And said 'My young friend, I've been searching for you, <br />Next Christmas will come and what I want you to be, <br />Is good, kind and thoughtful on a year's guarantee. <br /> <br />With his white bushy beard and his bright sparkling eyes, <br />He looked very jolly and also so wise, <br />Smiles lit up his face, each a merry wide grin, <br />And a radiance spread around him, from somewhere within. <br /> <br />He said 'Christmas is here and I'm the real Santa Claus, <br />I travel so fast, there is hardly a pause, <br />Delivering great presents to cheer and to please, <br />And down many unswept chimneys I struggle to squeeze'. <br /> <br />'What would you like for Christmas' he asked speaking low, <br />'Perhaps happiness, some joy, a warm heart aglow, <br />Family and friends to laugh with and to share, <br />The turkey and trimmings, traditional festive fare'. <br /> <br />'May all of your gifts be just what you wished for, <br />But remember the lonely, the sick and the poor, <br />For Christmas is special in one remarkable way, <br />The babe Jesus was born on this one unique day'.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-the-real-santa-claus/
