|ornament on our tree|
Santa wears a tropical shirt
red & adorned with reindeer,
a sleigh & eyes a'sparkle
behind wire rim spectacles,
beard untrimmed & wild
'it's him, it's him,'
don't let the jeans & biker boots
fool you nor the tattoo, 'mama tried'
& so did the law, but unchain
love & you never know
what might happen
how many have we missed
because they look different
than we expect?
doesn't draw attention to himself,
but those that need find him, among,
at the back table covered in paper & sweat
circles from plastic cups of iced tea,
a steel serving bowl of rolls
doling out Ho, Ho, Ho's in
how are you's and whasssups,
a hand shake, rough with callouses
scarred knuckles & tenderness---
he speaks few words but listens
and each spoken carries meaning
dirty children wide eye him
as he eats greasy chicken, some
one donated---and smiles at them,
slipping from his pocket a piece of candy
he got out a bowl at the library
'My friends call me Cowboy,'
he says, thus the hat he doffs---
'Merry Christmas ya'll'
click, click, click his boots ring
as he walks off the warm meal
to find a place to sleep---how vicious
it is, when we admit, he doesn't
exist---wiping off a stray green bean
i still believe.
Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you are enjoying time with your family & the day is filled with joy. dVerse is open for OpenLinkNight for those needing a place to see some familiar faces, so if you are around, drop in. Otherwise, I will catch up to you , when I see you. Smiles.