Boy Interviews Santa!: A Bentilean Exclusive
Poem by John Steele
You are old, Father Christmas, the young boy said
Yet you travel the world in one night
Now tell me, I beg you, how you acheive this feat
Can your reindeer travel faster than light?I am old, as you said, Father Christmas replied
And not in the best of good health
But I have plenty of help, in the shape of old gnomes,
a fairy, and a six-foot-two elf.You are old, Father Christmas, the young boy said
And your memory must surely be fading
And yet you remember the boys' and girls' names
Who all year round have been behaving!It is true what you say, Father Christmas replied
But I have this here memory system
And when it sees me brain cells stumbling
It rushes to aid and assist 'em.You are old, Father Christmas, the young boy said
And must surely be due for retirement
In fact, your hair is so white and so thin
You must be well on your way to expirement!I have listened to you long, Father Christmas replied
(His face assuming a frown)
And I can tell you right now for nothing, and less
Your's is one chimney I won't be coming down!!
Copyright John Steele, 1990, 1999
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