Thoughts to Claus
I’ve seen you, jolly old glutton
ringing bells on street corners,
snuggling with little children (!)
riding in your fat-cat parades,
staggering in your red suit through
shopping malls and office parties and
family get-togethers of every ilk.
And I know that your would
GIVE AWAY
Christmas presents!
Oh, pander your welfare state!
Destroy the merchants, and mislead the youth,
hand out somethings for nothing...
Oh, and I say to you that
you are a bad man. Mr. Claus!
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The Wish
One day I found a gypsy
drowning in a pool, so
I held out a stick to him,
and pulled him out of the water.
“Oh thank you!” he cried.
“As your reward”—he snapped his fingers and
thunder rolled, lightning flashed—
“I will grant you three wishes.”
“Well,” I said, “I wish I’d asked
my mom about it earlier.”
And there I was! Asking mom about it earlier!
We had coffee, some sweet rolls and
a nice talk about wishes and when I got to the pool
the gypsy was floating face down in it.
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