Santa (A Poem)

When I first met Santa,
I seen his rosy cheeks,
His twinkling eyes,
And his white beard.
I honestly thought he was a little weird.
I mean he lives in the North Pole,
And he says ho, ho, ho.
He has little elves
That build toys for children’s’ shelves.
He has a red hat,
And to be honest he’s really fat.
He has no space
To go down the fireplace.
He has a reindeer sleigh
Led by Rudolph who eats hay.
He watches children while they sleep;
It makes him seem like a creep.
He takes your food,
And he always acts like he’s in a jolly mood.
No matter what he does,
His actions will always seem
Just a little weird.