What Are You Doing, Santa?

He sat down in a chair And scratched the back of his neck. As he picked at his nails, He told a story not to forget. “Dear little children, Come gather around, I will tell you a story of How Santa came to town.” “Santa Claus?” they asked. “Yes children, but don’t fret Santa Claus is good As Man could ever get. Santa rode on reindeer To give gifts to all That not even stores Can ever recall He gave Daddy a present Something that stopped his heart. He gave him something mind-blowing, He literally fell apart. He gave Mommy something, Something so unexpected. Magic didn’t hide her flaws, She wasn’t even protected. And he gave you The most special present ever, That you dropped at the sight of it Because you’ll love it forever.” He smiled as he picked Off his neck, a stray white hair, And he picked the clots of red Off his fingertips here and there.