( This poem is dedicated to my Uncle Tom who played Santa for many years and made many children smile. )

Tapping sounds and dancing elves,

Merrily chipping away at piles of wood,

Making toys in the depths of May,

To be delivered on Holy December day,

By old saint Nick and his reindeer sleigh,

To those dreaming of caramel nougat,

Stashed in their stockings,

While they dash off to bed,

Eyes straining open to catch a fleeting glimpse,

Of the jolly man in red.