PROMPT #227 – WHAT’S IN SANTA’S SACK?

They say it is better to give than to receive, and this is surely true. There’s no greater feeling than seeing the joy one can bring with a simple gift to another. No one would know better than the “Big Guy” himself. Many people ask me, “What’s in the bag, Santa?” Well, you’ll have to wait until Christmas to see.

This Santa is in a giving mood all the time, but even more so at this juncture of year. But, what about Santa?

Write a poem about a gift you would give to Santa if you could. Help fill his sack to take home and open with the Missus. (And I’m not talking about me, but the “real” Santa, remembering of course that we are ALL Santa Claus!)

MARIE SEZ, HERE’S TO YOU SANTA:

THANKSGIVING FOR CHRISTMAS

As he flies through the sky at the blink of an eye (with that jolly guy wink), I can’t help but think – while our hearts are aglow, our thanks ranks too low.  So I’ve wrapped up my best – blessed, and addressed to “That Jolly Olde Soul at The North Pole,” including some kisses for Kris AND his missus (it’s apropos)  – sans mistletoe. 😉

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

WALT RECIPROCATES:

GIVING TO THE GIVER

“What do you want for Christmas?” the question came
every year from every Santa Claus and Mom and Pop.
You’d stop and think of all the wonderful things
imagined from sales ads and catalog pages.

Sometimes the gifts were outrageous,
it became contagious and we’d dream.
It would seem we’d never grow out of it.
and that would be a shame, wouldn’t it?

But we did get older, and when the colder
Decembers came, who would blame us
if secretly we kept that joy to ourselves.
Then came this epiphany (as if any was needed).

If I had a chance to return the favor,
a moment to savor the warmth of giving
that for as long as I’ve been living has burned,
I’ve learned it felt so much better to give it.

So I wonder, “What do you want for Christmas, Santa?”
If you could so receive it, I believe it would thrill you
to know you were not forgotten. You would top
your own list if humility would allow it just once.

You have access to all the toys and games,
and the names of the good girls and boys,
but your choice of gifts would be kept hidden
as if you’d be forbidden to reveal it.

Peace on Earth, Goodwill toward all, would surely fall
within your thinking, but without blinking, what would it be?
If I could be that Santa Claus (as I see myself),
there would be nothing on my shelf that would fit your benevolence.

The prevalence of the good you do lasts the year through.
But, maybe if we take that pause and think, it would sink in.
If we could all be Santa Claus’ for even one day, I’d say
it would give a rest to the merry gentleman you are.

If everyone went around with Christmas in their hearts
and on their lips (without being boiled in their own pudding),
you’d be doing flips. A gift for you would be knowing
we are growing with love for the season, and the reason of One’s birth.
And then maybe you’d get your peace on earth.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2018

33 thoughts on “PROMPT #227 – WHAT’S IN SANTA’S SACK?

  1. CHRISTMAS COUPLETS

    Hold your heart in anticipation;
    loose your soul in jubilation;

    smile as cold winds bid to blow;
    grin at swirling rows of snow

    and remember, as your journey wends
    along its path, and the old year ends:

    as sure as freedom follows mirth;
    as sure as creatures grace the earth;

    as sure as children nurture hope
    and aging teaches us to cope;

    as sure as wisdom flows from reason:
    joy is the crux of the Christmas season

    that bids us bar all slurs and curses,
    banishing them with songs and verses.

    And here is a final bit of rhyme:
    love is the gift of Christmastime.

  2. Gift to the Giver

    What gift to give the giver, he
    Who asks for nothing the nightlong
    Yet always leaves a gift for me
    The very thing for which I long

    A meager gift of cookies, there
    Upon a handmade, special plate
    And glass of milk beside a chair
    In hope that he might hesitate

    Sit for a bit, and maybe snooze
    Before his reindeer bells resound
    Fly off to other children’s flues
    Leaving gifts that will be found

    When morning comes with tender light
    Amid the glee and shouts of joy
    The giver pauses with delight
    His gift, smiles of each girl and boy

  3. GIFTS FOR SANTA, a minute poem
    Give Santa something useful, see
    Beneath the tree
    Black boots that shine
    They’re mighty fine

    Make sure it’s unusual, too
    Here’s what to do:
    A bag of coal
    Keeps fam’lies whole

    An understanding we’ll share
    That always cares
    Tiger kitten
    With white mittens

    Love’s universal to get or gift
    Tops on his list
    Outlasts new toysanklin

    Darlene Fr

  4. Here’s my poem again with the missing lines:

    GIFTS FOR SANTA, a minute poem
    Give Santa something useful, see
    Beneath the tree
    Black boots that shine
    They’re mighty fine

    Make sure it’s unusual, too
    Here’s what to do:
    A bag of coal
    Keeps fam’lies whole

    An understanding we’ll share
    That always cares
    Tiger kitten
    With white mittens

    Love’s universal to get or gift
    Tops on his list
    Outlasts new toys
    For girls and boys

    Darlene Franklin

  5. A Suitable Gift

    I’ve wrapped this gift quite festively
    please put it in your sack.
    A brand new pair of Sketchers, objective:
    to ease strain on Mrs. Claus’s back.

    That’s not to lessen extent
    of the toil and travel you do,
    but keeping the Missus contented
    is certain to benefit you.

  6. For Santa

    If I could give something to Santa
    He could share with Mrs. Claus
    It would have to be something nice
    Without any reason for pause

    Well, I’d give it anonymously
    So there’s no way he could return it
    It would have to be something grand
    ‘Cause he certainly does deserve it

    If I could give something to Santa
    For all the good things he’s done
    The best thing that I can think of is
    To introduce him to God’s Only Son

    Now if Santa already knows Jesus
    Then I’d have to fall back on Plan B
    I’d send him two tickets to Disney
    And meet him at gate number three

  7. Marie and Walt,

    Your poems are like bookends, this Christmas day. I just want to thank you for them and for this wonderful garden, which blooms even in midwinter.

  8. A Gift for Santa

    I think that Santa would get tired of red,
    From when he rises to when he’s in bed.
    A gift I would give him? New Santa suits,
    From his dangly hat clear down to his boots.
    Not red, but blue and orange and green instead.

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