His red coat is tattered

His boot soles have holes

He isn’t feeling very merry

He’s coming down with a cold

He’s getting on in years

He’s 1,752, to be exact

He’s weathered and worn

His sleigh is packed

His night is overbooked

His reindeer are fussy

He hasn’t checked his list

His sinuses are stuffy

He snacks on milk and cookies

He remembers who he is

He feels the Christmas spirit

He smiles as he says,

“I’m Santa Claus, and I’m

Fighting the good fight

For all the world’s people

To feel festive and bright.

I will make sure to deliver

Good cheer and fun toys

Merry Christmas to all

And to all peace and joy!”