When I Wasn't Santa Claus (A Poem)
The holidays are just around the corner
And I'm supposed to be the one spreading the Christmas spirit.
Truth be told though,
Most days, I'd rather just skip it.
It's the time of year that should be magical.
When we should be thankful for the things with which we are blessed.
It's just very hard to do that
When all you feel is stressed.
I do remember a time when it was joyful.
A time when I looked forward to the holidays without pause.
That, however, was a time
When I wasn't Santa Claus.
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Sure, I'll admit it, I may look the part
With the gray in my beard and, of course, the round gut.
However, while the real Santa has help from his elves
I, alas, do not.
Presents may not be the most important thing, but the tree does look empty without them.
And while I don't like being considered a Scrooge or a Grinch
I do have bills to pay.
That means I have pennies that I need to pinch.
I'm also not going to say there isn't still some magic and joy
With my kids on Christmas morn.
It's just when I take the time to assess
It takes much less time to open those presents from Santa
Than it does to clean up the mess.
OK, I'll admit it,
I'm probably just being a grump.
Hey, I wouldn't be the first person to let the holidays
Make them feel like they are in a dump.
All I'm saying is, looking forward to the holidays like I used to
Is probably a lost cause
Because I really do miss a time
When I wasn't Santa Claus.
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Here are some of my other poems:
A Father's Prayer for His Daughters (A Poem)
What Did We Do to Christmas (A Poem)
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