“Fireside Questions for Santa”
With Christmas Day drawing nigh,
I have some questions and wonder– “Why?”
Like, what is it about Santa that makes little kids cry?
And how in the world does he get reindeer to fly?
How high do leaves go when they “mount to the sky”?
How many toys do elves make versus having to buy?
So going to stay up late, or at least I’ll try,
And will hide behind the sofa, on Santa to spy.
I want to face him– eye to eye,
To directly ask the jolly elf guy—
“With no disrespect or meaning to pry–
How is it a fat old man can be so spry?
And get down the chimney without bruising a thigh?”
So busily hanging stockings by the chimney to dry,
While waiting here for Santa with questions to ply,
But for now I’m hungry and will bid “goodbye”,
Here anxiously awaiting the Old Boy to drop by.
Goodness, gracious, me oh my.
I wish that I had some Pumpkin Pie!
Wishing a Merry Blessed Christmas to all– “and to all a Good Night!”
Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from yours truly, Little Red Bear and the whole backwoods gang of friends and characters! — Jim (and Red!)
2 thoughts on “A Christmas Poem — “Fireside Questions for Santa””
What a fun poem! You are such a creative genius, thank you!