ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
His hat is much taller than he, but that doesn’t bother him,
And though his suit is mottled green, he still has a natural grin,
I call this Santa my pickle, because of his shape and size,
But that doesn’t mean that he’s pickled, he’s just alarmed and surprised,
His nose is red and cheeks aglow, his eyes are alert and bright,
He’s ready for action and fun and won’t sleep a wink tonight.