There must be a Santa Claus, surely there must,
who wiggles down chimneys through spiders and dust
and never makes noise as his merry old foot
goes tippy-toe tromping all covered in soot,
a cherry red whirlwind swirled with cream
who scoots around couches as fast as a dream
and plops down his presents with barely a swish,
each package exactly a gift for each wish.
Oh golly how jolly--and some are for me,
all shining and flashing there under our tree!
Oh surely oh surely, there surely must be
a jolly old Santa that none of us see,
a friendly old wizard of magical ilk
who gobbles our cookies and gulps down our milk.
I tried once to stay up and catch him at work,
but woke in the morning and felt like a jerk.
The nimble old gent left a bow on my nose
and wrapped me in ribbons that tickled my toes.
And next to my noggin he left me this note:
You can’t catch old Santa, you silly young goat!
So now I just snuggle down deep in my bed
and dream about Santa and sleigh bells instead,
‘cuz no one can catch him, it surely is so,
as sure as those reindeer who fly through the snow!
Shaun T. Marvin 2009