Santa's' Dilemma
In a shop in a basement Or maybe outside Or maybe the place where the cars used to hide
Perhaps in a spare room Perhaps in a shed Saint Nicholas toils and scratches his head
He ponders and wonders His beard all awry He prays and he begs for a hint from the sky
He wishes he knew what his loved ones would like Sarah and Jessie and Sweet Little Mike And even the secret desire of Missus Saint Nicholas wants to earn all of their kisses
So he sits and he thinks And he sits and he thinks And he drinks a cold potion while he sits and thinks
And what to his wondering mind doth appear (it isn't the poem and it isn't the beer) The whole thing came onto him wonderful clear
Whatever I make for the people I love Will seem unto them like a gift from above For Love and Creation are naught but the same
For Love and Creation are naught but the same Regards,
Tom Watson
tjwatson1ATcomcastDOTnet (real email)