Santa Sings the Blues

When Santa returned to the slushy North Pole--

Effects of global warming, you see--

He sat down in his old recliner,

Sighed, and muttered, "Oh, dear me."

 

Mrs. Claus--who had been in bed--

Entered the room and felt distressed

To see her hubby in such a state--

So disconsolate and depressed.

 

She offered to make him a cup of hot coffee--

Something that Santa would never refuse--

As he wrote lyrics to what he called

"The Merry Little Christmas Blues":°

 

"I don't like what's happening to Christmas;

It's just not the same.

It's now so

Commercial that it's such a shame.

 

"I don't like what's happening to Christmas;

Gone are peace and joy.

I now fear

For every little girl and boy.

 

"Wars rage on bringing suffering

All around the world. So sad.

Many folks follow autocrats.

Oh, I think the world's gone mad.

 

"If the people will not say good-bye to

Hatred, war, and greed,

I fear that compassion cannot intercede.

Compassion's what all people in the world need."

 

That's what Santa sang to the missus,

And she--poor lady--started to cry.

Santa then repeated two stanzas

While gently wiping a tear from his eye.

 

"Wars rage on bringing suffering

All around the world. So sad.

Many folks follow autocrats.

Oh, I think the world's gone mad.

 

"If the people will not say good-bye to

Hatred, war, and greed,

I fear that compassion cannot intercede.

Compassion's what all people in the world need."

 

"I'm sorry, my dear," said Mrs. Claus,

"But your sad song is making me weep.

You have had a busy night.

Go lie down and get some sleep."

 

-by Bob B (12-28-24)

 

°Santa wrote his lyrics to a blues version of the melody to "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas."