Santa Ain't no Southerner
A Christmas poem
Santa ain’t a Southerner
I love that man called Santa Claus,
I always have, it’s true!
He’s fat and kind and loving,
And brings joy to me and you.
But I have an observation,
it came to me this year.
The fat man ain’t a Southerner,
although we hold him dear.
If Santa were from Dixie,
he wouldn’t fly, you know!
Us folks down here in Southern climes
just cannot drive in snow.
He wears a suit of red and white,
his belt is big and wide
Why don’t he just wear cargo-shorts
and flip-flops on his ride?
If Santa were a Southerner,
the reindeer would be doomed;
Those racks would all adorn the walls
of Santa’s family room.
And Mrs. Santa wouldn’t wear
that long red winter dress!
She’d wear a Christmas tank-top,
with Santa tattooed on her breast.
A Southern Santa wouldn’t look
milk or cookies, no!
He’d want a glass of sweet iced tea,
And barbecue, to go.
No, Santa’s not a Southerner,
but that’s OK by me.
He’s always left a lot of joy
beneath the Christmas tree.
Perhaps one day he’ll move down South!
A snow-bird like the rest!
Beneath the Mason-Dixon line,
by warm sunshine caressed…
But if he does I want his job!
Christmas is my season!
I have a lot of camouflage,
and seems reindeer’s in season…
I agree 😊. Thanks for sharing.
Love this! Thank you and Merry Christmas!!🎄