I've noticed that several bloggers are bringing back previous posts for new followers to enjoy. It's in that frame of mind that I bring back a poem I composed last year. Hope it makes you smile, even if you've read it before.
Ever since the very first tales of Santa began,
All have assumed that Santa’s a man.
Listen here: You may find it odd—
But I’m willing to bet that Santa’s a broad!
The gifts kids receive---all picked by a guy?
The same species that’s been known to buy
Their holiday gifts on Christmas Eve?
A plan-ahead- dude is hard to believe!
I guess the elves could do all the wrapping—
We know for sure, a guy would be napping.
Would he then deliver his selections,
Without stopping once to ask for directions?
Fat chance of that, I would have to say;
With no GPS until recent day!
Do you know any man who’d admit being lost?
They’re way too stubborn, regardless the cost!
Would most guys be happy with things of that ilk?
No, I think not. Here’s what I fear,
If Santa’s a man, he’d want pretzels and beer!
Just give it some thought
And I’m sure you’ll agree
No way it’s a man--
Santa must be a SHE!
(an original poem by Eva Gallant)