Santa Claus Is STILL Coming To Town, Kids (poem by R.Slade c2002)
Friday, December 25, 2009
Santa Claus Is STILL Coming To Town, Kids
Some very terrible people knocked our buildings down-
They hate our smiles- they want us to frown.
And even though the WORLD TRADE CENTER towers are no longer around-
Kids, Santa Claus is still coming to town!
There will still be singing, pretty lights, and toys-
Stockings filled with goodies for you girls and boys.
Your families have great love; and reasons to rejoice-
So, keep singing, sweet children- we need to hear your voice.
It's too bad there are people who follow the plan-
Of 'OSAMER GRINCH ROTTEN;' a very evil man.
But kids, look at your parents, friends, neighbors, and relatives-
Through THESE heroes, the Christmas spirit lives.
In spite of damage done at The Pentagon-
A united web of love and concern was spun.
And the terrorists- God help them- they haven't won-
Because our spirit and determined faith are as bright as the sun.
Santa will still ride 'round the world on his sleigh-
Delivering delightful gifts on Christmas day.
America will always stand strong- as is her way-
Red! White! Blue! Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!
Sweet children of the world, stay happy and swell-
Don't worry about the terrorists- they're going straight to (WELL, .......you know!)
So, play hard, dear children; sing, shout and yell-
Give your Christmas wishes to Santa- he wants you to tell.
Just because the world isn't perfect, doesn't mean it's not good-
Good will conquer evil- as it should.
Santa will still visit each and every neighborhood-
He has prepared his reindeer as fast as he could.
He's reading through his lists- doing much processing-
He's gonna see who's been neat, and who's been messing.
Yes kids, he's coming- there's no second guessing-
Because every child is one of God's blessings.
Thank You, Lord- for our children, the peace keepers-
May the world one day know GOOD WILL a little deeper.
And kids, on Christmas Eve, be a good sleeper-
For dear old Santa Claus- the magical human chimney sweeper.
Reginald E. Slade