Thoughts

Those things I hear.

those things I have seen,

saddened my heart,

trying to bring Christmas cheer.

To witness adults,

their children, too,

all on my list,

their names I scratch off,

for a Christmas they will miss.

Needless pain, horrible death.

children shot, adults die from meth,

yet soon my sleigh will ride through the air,

shouting to all Merry Christmas or is that but a dare?

From the Sub-Office Station 173

North Pole

Subject: Concern

The elves have a concern,

Santa's thoughts in turn,

like our own does burn

deeply in our minds and fear,

Christmas may end after this year.

He hasn't been his jovial self,

and we elves fear for his health.

It is an arduous task he does each year,

spreading all the joy and cheer,

but we worry he has lost the way to enjoy

bringing smiles to all the little girls and boys.

We pray, we hope, he survives his pain,

that he may continue bringing children happiness,

over and over again.