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Christmas Story-Poems

By Josie Whitehead

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By Josie Whitehead

Santa's Retired Now

That poor old man called Santa Claus

     Looked round and then he sighed -

And on his desk were lists of toys,

     And poor old Santa cried.


‘A hundred years delivering toys

     Is more than I can take!’

He dried the tears on both his cheeks:

      ‘And changes I will make.’


He advertised his Santa job:

     Perhaps you saw it too.

‘A lovely vacancy,’ it said:

     ‘Is waiting here for you.’


Within a week his job had gone.

     He packed his bags and went.

He left the world of kids and toys

     To a life much more content.


He burnt the red coat and the hat,

     Waved goodbye to his deer;

He shaved the white beard from his face

      And gave a hearty cheer.


He shut the door and hurried off

     To somewhere in the sun -

And he’ll not turn out Christmas Eve

      For he’ll be having fun!!


So, before you sleep on Christmas Eve,

     Look out and into space:

For that new man, with lists in hand,

      Has taken Santa’s place.


I hope you’ll get the things you’d like

     For a new job’s hard to do:

But hopefully, when you awake,

     There’ll be some gifts for you.


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Children:  You know, of course, that poet's like to make up stories, hmm   I'm quite sure that Santa, yes the one who you know, will never retire.  However he has been busy for a very long time you know.  He brought presents to my brother and to me when we were children, which was a long time ago.  I think poets never retire either and perhaps I should.  You try writing some poems for me now.  I would SO appreciate that.  Josie

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