My Santa Clause

By Jesse

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.