Daisy Claus

When I was just a little guy

And Christmas time grew near

Each day my excitement grew

But my Mother made it clear

Santa Claus would only come

To houses with good boys

If I didn’t do my chores

I might not get any toys

So as closer to the day we came

The better that I got

Hoping that my efforts

Were not all for naught

But one thing that I didn’t know

As I struggled toward my goal

Was that I had an angel

Up in the North Pole

It seems her name was Daisy Claus

St. Nick’s only child

And as such she could do no wrong

In fact, was running wild

She loved the little workshop

All the toys upon the shelves

But would often just get in the way

While teasing all the elves

Her playmates were the reindeer

That frolicked round outside

And when Santa wasn’t looking

Would jump on them and ride

So it shouldn’t come as a surprise

That she could not resist

When her Dad was distracted

To steal his Christmas list

She saw one that said naughty

And another that said nice

She knew as she read through them

The implications were precise

While the kids names on the nice list

All their virtues did extol

The kids names on the other list

Would get a lump of coal

So quietly she changed them

Until at last there were

No names on the naughty list

All were nice because of her

And when on Christmas eve

Santa was about to leave

He couldn’t find the naughty list

And he could not believe

That all the children had been good

But there was nothing he could do

But to bring a gift to each of them

And in his sleigh away he flew

Daisy too was happy

Because she had brought some cheer

To the kids that were a little bad

And she does it every year

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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3 Responses to Daisy Claus

  1. quiall says:

    What a wonderful poem!

    Like

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