Thinking On Department Store Santas
by Michael Doyle

Over fifty-itis hits us all
As the world changes from what we recall
Even the jolly old man is to be feared
At least as he spends the rest of his year

Red suited and well shoed in black boots
The men who play Santa are in cahoots
Santa loves the kids, you can see it in his eyes
Every year brings a its own new surprise

These are the things of yearly tradition
Each year bringing a revived rendition
In the heart of Santa is the purest love
That is the stuff of dreams given from above

Those who play Santa can have tempers flare
Sometimes too much negativity can ensnare
There has to be true heart behind the image portrayed
It must be kept constant as patiently displayed

Touched lives flow like dominoes for good and bad
The difference in treatment is what makes the happy and sad
Wrapped up wishes within the flow of conversation
It is the distinction between dreams lived and devastation

Even real life can have its moments of transformation
With the North Pole in the heart as the chosen destination
There is the love behind living this sort of a choice
For the men who make the time to give Santa's yearly voice

(c) December 16, 2021  Michael Doyle
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