Name Poem: Santa Clause

Same old red suit, velvety and dark, just like
Antlers—the ones his team of reindeer fashion each year.
Naughty or nice, he visits us either way
To teach us a lesson—that there are consequences for the things we do.
Actions matter, and someone is always watching.

Coal for the naughty and toys for the nice—
Life lessons thoughtfully tucked into festive stockings.
Another bad year for little Timmy,
Unless he takes that frog out of Susie’s hair and
Says he’s sorry. He still has a chance to be a good boy—
Enough time before the man in red issues a final judgment.

I'm dreaming of a haiku Christmas

Christmas Break

Cold, empty campus
Students retreat to their homes
Safe from finals week


(Ummm, I think I should quit school and be a professional poet.)