by Jay O'Toole
We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life.
One wonders 'bout the great career
I'd have while serving Santa Claus,
the joy of being through the year
a partner in his wondrous cause.
Right now the summer's coming fast
throughout the land with greater heat,
but could some days more gentle last
up north with sunshine on repeat?
The land of midnight's lasting sun
without the snow to make it white
could be a place of certain fun,
where darkness barely touches night.
But still, the animals are fed,
the meals are cooked, and buildings cleaned.
The visitors are met and led,
where Santa's many tasks convene.
Throughout the year are many nights
with Santa Claus in joyful thought.
He needs not fly through Northern Lights,
but reindeer groom and elves be taught.
If I should work with this great man,
I could be a janitor withal.
I could muck stall all day by plan.
I could bring coffee when He calls,
But there would be so many things
to fill the days and nights with joy.
The mundane tasks are blessed as sings
each person, that he would employ.
The days of summer soon give way
to cooler temps and snows, that come.
Then rushing through each blest display,
we'll know sweet Christmas in the sum.
by Jay O’Toole
on May 26th, 2023