melted butter
sit back,
enjoy the ride,
the scenery,
you are carried
trust
the driver
of the sleigh
the Jolly Ol' Soul
is merry
His Will
is giving
Santa does not ask
if you've been naughty
or nice--
He never
delivers coal...
that would be you--
unrelaxed,
uptight,
closed
to His Love
His Eyes
twinkle
because you are holy,
your sight must
be holy
o'er the housetops
he flew
(above all misery and pain)
this elevated perspective
sees the whole
and but enters the chimney
to bear gifts of joy and good will and peace
soot has no effect
to every household/mind
he arrives in the hearth
wearing red
bringing warmth
and cheer
there is no way
to keep him out
he comes while
you are sleeping
there is nothing
you can ever do
to keep Love
away from your
Identity
Thank you, Sainta,
that i am...
oh happy happy birth...
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