Santa's Spell

Santa sat upon his sleigh bed,
Feeling sad as sad can be,
Somehow being jolly this Christmas
Was very hard for him to see.

"I'm so sad for all the people,
Living lives of such dispair,
Wish I could do so much more for them,
Give them hope when there's none there."

"Don't be sad my generous angel"
Said Mrs. Clause with smile bright,
"Here, have a fresh baked cookie,
I have faith you'll do what's right."

So with a sigh and thanks he took one,
Leaned her toward misletoe for a kiss,
He felt a whole lot better,
But still felt something was amiss.

"I'm not happy I must tell you,
Sad thoughts come for those in need.
We must find a way to bring more joy,
Besides mere toys, we must indeed."

"What about a gift of magic"
Said Mrs. Clause with much good glee,
"I've a thought I'd like to give you,
See if with me you agree.

What if every homeless kitten,
Had a spell upon it cast,
Insuring it found a homeless human,
And the pair would transform fast.

So much love would pass between them,
A magic spell you would conceive,
Have their energy flow to touch others,
A loving web you then could weave.

No human being could walk on by the pair,
Without being touched by the desire,
To share their "own" good fortune with them,
Soon the joy would spread like fire!'"

Santa smiled and hugged his Mrs.,
"What a kind idea my dear."
And with that he went to conjure,
A spell let's hope works well this year!