To wrap up, we’ll finish up the last verses—the ending set getting into some of the interesting concerns some have over the holidays (mainly Halloween).
Why Christmas is the Greatest Gift
Ho, ho! It’s Santa! Surely, you’d know
that I’d show up with my own poem
to speak of Christmas near and far
as the one day on its own par.
For Christmas, yes, it has two sides,
mostly of His and some of mine.
For though I come with gifts each year,
there’s one we must always revere.
And on that midnight clear, we see
the past and future presently,
remembering the years gone by
and looking toward the days still nigh.
We have those dear—and reindeer, too!
Ho, ho, ho! That joke’s brand new!
For I am jovial all nights,
not just when my sleigh runs its plight.
It flies all evening in the dark
to bring to kids a joyous spark,
a spark that will forever glow
within their hearts and minds to know.
And Christmas is for those grown, too,
though their hearts may forget too soon
the joy of Christmas we all sow
when young, which always tries to grow.
Remember, nothing can compare
with Christmas lights and beauty paired,
with all the joy on Christmas beared,
between each person that it’s shared.
—Santa Claus (aka Kris Kringle, Saint Nick)
Hallowthanksmas Competition: The Declaration
So who am I, perhaps you ask,
the one who oversees the task
of asking all this holiday
which holds importance more…which day?
And then, which is the best to me?
Which brings the people the most glee?
I cannot say, I just cannot,
because there’s something long forgot.
A holiday’s just that: a day
where you can choose to play or nay—
you can choose which way to go,
participate, or think or know.
For Halloween, some say it’s bad…
demonic even! This is sad!
Remember what we heard from Ghost,
that friends are what he misses most?
And then, to some Thanksgiving is
all food, like pie and drizzled hens.
To others, it’s a time to think
of blessings, not of food and drink.
Then Christmas, well, I’ll only say
this is perhaps one holiday
that needs less of a clear defense.
Just enjoy your own heart’s good sense.
So once again then, who am I,
and which is best in my own eyes?
The Thankful Soul of Christmas Past,
I cannot choose, for none come last.
So then, I simply cannot say
which is the best (or worst) per se.
I cannot choose…I choose them all,
those favorite times brought in each fall.
—The Thankful Soul of Christmas Past