I can't forget what it felt like when my little niece asked the Christmas question,
"Lysious, is Santa real?" she asked, in all innocence and curiosity,
I didn't know what to say to that little girl, about that innocent question,
I didn't want to take away her childhood innocence or fantasy,
So I said "yes sweetie! Santa exists. He lives in the Northpole",
But as I cogitate over that funny incident which happened a while ago,
A thought arose within me about this whole season,
A thought it is, which I can't let go,
And a thought I wish to share, about the reasoning,
Behind Mr. Clause and his crew,
So I ask if Santa was real,
And his adventures true,
How far can he travel and how far can his sleigh go?
If the Northpole housed Clause and his crew,
How far can they travel?
Does he operate in the temperate regions alone,
If he has to visit so many places and children in so short a time,
Does he ever make it to the needy and helpless children in the almost forgotten regions,
If he was white, then how can he relate with the black kids of the tropical zones,
Really, if Santa was real, how far can he travel and how far can he sleigh go?
Can he take gifts to my friends in Congo who are bare-bodied and traumatized,
Can he carry a package to my neighbors in India, whose kids will get nothing in this season,
Would he go down to Mississippi and stay with those poor children seeking love,
Please tell me, can his sleigh go all the way to Rwanda to put those kids on his lap and ask them what they want for Christmas?
I guess their request will be "Peace and Quite, No More Wars, No more Genocide!"
Better yet, can he stop by Sudan and comfort those little girls who have been a victim of rape even in this season,
The moral of this poem is not to argue over the existence of Santa off course,
Neither is it to paint any region in a bad light,
But to let us know that even if Santa existed, there is very little he can do,
There should be a Santa in each of us, and as we buy and give gifts,
Let us remember those children who will never get to see Santa this Christmas,
And let us reach out and be a Santa to them!
Merry Christmas.
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