The Real Santa

The Real Santa

I live with Santa every day,
He doesn’t wear red, or drive a sleigh.
He dresses in fur, from his head to his feet;
His gifts of love are always to keep.

It doesn’t matter to Santa, if I’m naughty or nice,
His gifts of love come with no price.
Santa is magic as anyone can see;
Whether I’m sad or lonely, he always takes care of me.

Santa stays by my side through thickest or thin;
I don’t have to wait 12 months, to see him again.
He’s loyal and faithful to the very end;
Santa is clearly my doggie best friend!

Now, before I leave in this poem’s end,
I just want to tell you one more time again.
The spirit of Christmas is ours to keep -
Just reach under his chin and scritch in his sleep,
Then try to deny if your heart does not leap.



Happy Holidays to everyone who celebrates the gift of love, loyalty and happiness.

Lee