For twenty years he'd played the part
Of Santa in the mall His bearded smile had won the hearts Of children big and small. His crimson suit, his elf-like hat His big black boots and specs With deep ho-ho's and friendly chat Had earned him great respect. The children queued for photographs While parents watched with pride He entertained with belly laughs But had no joy inside. When day was done and he went home He left his smile behind-- It's lonely when you're all alone, More so at Christmas time. Then from his high-rise vantage spot He'd watch the scene below-- Of late begun to think a lot-- "Why all the lights and show?" From somewhere in his mind's recess Recalled a tale once heard-- A God-child came to save and bless-- His heart was sweetly stirred. "How come the world's forgotten Christ Though it still celebrates? Has Santa Claus our hearts enticed And Jesus been replaced?" Got on his knees and cried to God-- The star shone in his heart; His life so long a mere charade But now he'd found his part. So now he stands outside the mall And gives out Jesus tracts And seeks to share with big and small Not make-believe but facts. The line to Santa Claus still throngs, By far the longest line-- The Way to Life's where he belongs Now he's been reassigned. Vincent Lyons.
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