Here is another Santa poem that Dad wrote. Hope you enjoy this one!!
"No Santa"

T'was the day before Christmas,
And in a large store.
Old Santa looked round,
Said "I hope there's no more".

"Of these spoiled kids,
That Parents bring in.
So spoiled and head strong,
I know I can't win".
"They sit on my knee,
And pull at my beard.
Till my face is all sore,
And I feel I've been sheared".

"Since it is Christmas Eve,
It will be a disgrace.
But I think I'll stay home,
And doctor my face".

E.H. Coe 1973

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"We Need A Little Christmas"