Tom Watson wrote in
:

Santa's' Dilemma



In a shop in a basement
Or maybe outside
Or maybe the place where the cars used to hide

Perhaps in a spare room
Perhaps in a shed
Saint Nicholas toils and scratches his head

He ponders and wonders
His beard all awry
He prays and he begs for a hint from the sky

He wishes he knew what his loved ones would like
Sarah and Jessie and Sweet Little Mike
And even the secret desire of Missus
Saint Nicholas wants to earn all of their kisses

So he sits and he thinks
And he sits and he thinks
And he drinks a cold potion while he sits and thinks

And what to his wondering mind doth appear
(it isn't the poem and it isn't the beer)
The whole thing came onto him wonderful clear

Whatever I make for the people I love
Will seem unto them like a gift from above
For Love and Creation are naught but the same

For Love and Creation are naught but the same
Regards,

Tom Watson

tjwatson1ATcomcastDOTnet (real email)

http://home.comcast.net/~tjwatson1/

Amen, friend.

Patriarch