Dear Santa, we went for a walk
As soon as it got dark,
Instead of heading for the fields
We went up to the park.
We wandered through the village streets
And saw the fairy lights
They twinkle just like little stars
And brighten up the night.
“Oh ho,” she said, “There’s Santa Claus!”
I pricked my ears up, “Where?”
I looked around and blow me down,
I saw you standing there!
I thought I must be seeing things,
And for a time was awed,
But then you twanged your beard
And underneath it you looked bored.
I may be wrong, but I don’t think
That beard of yours is fake…
Not something you have once a year
Like cheese and Christmas cake…
I had a think and realised
There’s only one conclusion,
I’d had you on my mind so much
You must be an illusion!
“Hello, small dog.” Now pardon me,
Illusions aren’t too vocal.
“I’ve read your blog.” I understood,
This Santa must be local!
I had a sniff, it all made sense…
The guy was an impostor!
Just someone from the village here
Who’d once stopped to accost her.
What was he doing in the street
With that elastic beard?
All dressed in red… it must be said
I thought it awful weird.
“A children’s party,” ‘Santa’ said,
“I’m late, I’ve got to go.
A Merry Christmas to you both!”
He left with, “Ho, ho ho!”
It gave me quite a turn,
I have to say, and quite a scare,
To see you walking down the street
When you should not be there.
But when I’d worked the whole thing out
And seen through the disguise,
I knew I’d seen the Christmas spirit
Right before my eyes.
‘Cause children would see Santa Claus,
He’d be just what he seems,
And that elastic beard
Would put some magic in their dreams.
So Santa, when you visit them,
The guys who dress in red,
Don’t take them socks and handkerchiefs,
Give them my love instead.
Much love, Ani xxx