Bow To The Almighty Santa! Poem by Chuy Amante

They line up
sycophants
revering the
all-knowing
all- caring
all- giving
man of wonder

please bless us with STUFF
more of this
and that
please, I'll be good,
let's make a deal here

What do I need to do to get your blessing?

Then HE says, 'Dash thru the snow, ring bells,
put candles on trees, and sing weird songs'

OK, OK I will and I'll call it
The Christmas Spirit!

Now give me that STUFF Satan, I mean SANTA!