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Friday, December 30, 2022

Guest “Pome of the Season”

16 Years Ago:
The 2006
Christmas Pome


By Bill Keene

[This delightful light verse had not been re-run (until today) since its appearance here on December 24, 2006, at 6:47 a.m.]

A lot of folks don’t know that Santa only has one eye.
The other is a glass replacement through which he can spy
all the little boys and girls, moms and daddies, too.
At any time of year he could be looking right at you.

I only mention this because it changed ol’ Santa’s life,
by being instrumental in the meeting of his wife.
In early days, the eye was loose, it didn't really fit,
and now and then would just fall out, and roll around a bit.

It was a nuisance, that’s for sure, and quite a bit of trouble.
More than one went missing, or smashed itself to rubble.
One day at a bus stop underneath the pouring rain
with no hint of a warning, the eye popped out again.

Before it hit the ground or even had a chance to fall,
a pretty girl reached out and snatched it like it was a ball.
A grateful Santa smiled at her, and soon they started dating.
’Til finally it led up to the royal North Pole mating.

And though it may seem foolish to the cynics who ask why,
Santa went and married the first girl to catch his eye.

Copyright © 2006 by Bill Keene, 2022 by Moristotle

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