Santa-Claus

Laughing a merry, deep-throated Ho,
The bearded man jingled the bell,
A bulging sack upon his back,
A merry glint in his eyes...

A chariot drawn by thirsty wolves,
Starched-white fluff covered his frame,
Rotound belly rumbling, groaning,
Cheeks a-pink, glowing, red deep blush...

The joyful ones gathered all around,
His hand outstretched imparting joy,
Gleam nesting on each little flower
On his lap as they merry made...

The empty sack, littered ground,
Wolves' hunger finally satiated,
Santa trudged back to his little hole,
His bright red robe in moonlihgt aglow...