My Santa Claus

My Santa Claus
When are you coming?
I know you won’t be here tonight,
But I just can’t stop wishing.

For your presence, your gift
Perhaps they’re one and the same-
I don’t know if I’d fall asleep
Without seeing you on the driveway.

You don’t come through the chimney, I know that
You come riding on papers.
Green and red alike, they deck
Our household, and glitter.

Across borders and overseas.
When will you be here, I wonder?
Now I know what that ticket says
But it all seems so uncertain.

The doors to me are like obstacles
In a bizarre toy maze, as you run toward us.
They slam down behind you, one by one
Forcing thousands, millions to stay.

Sure, some still get through
But we’re too common to do
That, and plus, you and my gift
Won’t arrive in time nevertheless.

My Santa Claus
When are you coming?
To the land of Christmas
So we can sit around the dinner table
Hating
Loving
Laughing
Eating
Together. 
No more sneaking through a hole in the ceiling,
No more asking favors of reindeers.
Just you and me and everyone, you see
Everyone will be there-
When you arrive.

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