Pocket Full of Christmas Miracles
Copyright 2014 Joe Land

Before Santa leaves for his whirlwind world tour,
His sleigh is cram-packed with a toy load secure.
The head elf said “Santa, to pack more there’s no way,”
“there’s no room for puppies to ride on this sleigh.”

But with a big laugh and a twinkle in his eye,
Santa said Mr. Elf, you’ll soon see those dogs fly.
For there’s plenty of room in my warm winter robe,
In my pockets those pups will circle the globe.

And the best part of all Mr. Elf you shall see,
My pockets hold miracles for this Christmas Eve.
Of all the things children write and ask for each year,
The request for a puppy requires more care.

I check my list once to see who’s naughty and nice,
But when a child wants a puppy I check my list twice.
To find the true-hearted child I must,
For I only give puppies to kids I can trust.

This Santa knows all, the truth I never miss,
For the Christmas Eve miracle in my pocket is this:
For each true hearted child who wants a dog of their own . . .
Is a puppy whose gift this Christmas from Santa is a new home.