LIVE SANTACLAUS IN NEWYORK
I saw him on the pavement
Leaning against the iron railing
Of the Roosevelt building:
The morning sunshine
Reflected on his pink skin,
The white-beard face with such grace
Resembling as Santa Claus without a red dress!
Reached early to bless!
who is he?
The divine joy and bliss from his glowing face
Spilt over me like foaming milk!
It seemed an earthquake flood or storm
Nothing can him disturb or harm.
He was in his own mind,
Looking at nobody.
With grocery-bag in my hand
I saw him
He was in his own mind,
Looking at nobody! Was he blind?
He seemed to be such an adorable man
That I hesitate to release
The coins from my left hand
Though I wished to do something for him!
Next time as I saw the place was empty
So in honour of him,
With his thought in my mind,
I made some offering
In the nearest church.
Before Thanks-Giving!
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