MY WORK OF ART

Boy Who Became Santa

Christmas came without a toy

It stole the joy of a little boy

The snowflakes fell and soon they went

Like angel hair that’s Heaven sent

Oh the pain that this little boy felt

Wasn’t like watching his snowman melt

But like the frost that chills the air

This moment in time won’t disappear

For a child without Christmas

And a boy with a dream

He’ll remember this moment

And as long as it seemed

The boy’s parent explained the meaning of lights

And there being no presents and the smells and the sights

It’s a day of importance and you must be aware

It’s like a great gift although none is there

They explained the star in the east

The boy was not happy not in the least

But he knew one day this would all pass

It was just a moment that soon would not last

Many years later the little boy grew up

Was given a reindeer like one gets a pup

He then ventured and traveled very far and so forth

Would gather more reindeer and go way up north

He built not an igloo and not for himself

He had helpers and craftsmen a wife and an elf

The boy from that Christmas of so long ago

Remembers all children and know what they know

It’s not just important for receiving a gift

But that magical moment when the spirit is lift

It stays in the memory with all those times when

It happens all over and over again

At the North Pole it’s snowing and it never stops

It’s ever so busy building Santa’s workshop

And the cool misty air is all dazzled in white

There are toys everywhere and it’s lovely and bright

It’s a world of its own not too cold but merry

With each green tree filled with their holly and berry

Now you’ve heard the story without too much banter

And now know the tale how a boy became Santa