1977 Really Santa
34
I believe in Santa Claus. But not
The elf with a red nose hailed by the Danes.
Nor pale worried saint bent over his cane.
He does not strew coal, nor has he brought
Big cords of switch for use on wicked tots.
It's old human whimsey claims that he deigns
And with a crawling reindeer team constrains
A being who travels at the speed of thought.
Charles Dickens alone dreamt a true view
A glimpse of a golden censor beside
A blazing giant with doom clinging to
His knees because of man's decrepitude.
There is a Spirit walks the earth come Yule,
Who breathes hope where there's numbness through and through.
1977 Really Santa
34
I believe in Santa Claus. But not
The elf with a red nose hailed by the Danes.
Nor pale worried saint bent over his cane.
He does not strew coal, nor has he brought
Big cords of switch for use on wicked tots.
It's old human whimsey claims that he deigns
And with a crawling reindeer team constrains
A being who travels at the speed of thought.
Charles Dickens alone dreamt a true view
A glimpse of a golden censor beside
A blazing giant with doom clinging to
His knees because of man's decrepitude.
There is a Spirit walks the earth come Yule,
Who breathes hope where there's numbness through and through.