These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Santa's Smiling Sleep

Santa in his chair a-snoozing
dreams of sugar plums a-dancing.
Amid this life of his own choosing,
he smiles of Joy he's been advancing.

The night of wonder fully o'er
stocked with hope to greet the day.
What blissful job could want he more?
What youthful heart could know more play?

Unbounded peace wraps as a quilt
his jelly bowlful's massive girth.
A picture of Christ's future built
in miniature of lasting worth.

Some say he works but once a year.
Yet, daily he behind the scenes
is working for his Master dear
to help the world by every means.

In bitterest cold, he warms the heart.
Unseen he works to help us feel,
that love is worthy, the greatest part.
Imagined he points to the real.

"Dear Santa, take your peaceful rest.
Your settled mind, a gift of grace,
from God and us for you are blest.
Forever you've with us a place."

"Dear Lord, we ask that we might be
good helpers for this servant great.
From cares of life we'd daily free
the souls, who share our earthly state."

by Jay O'Toole
on December 26th, 2019