“Veteran. Need help. God Bless.”
Reads his sign, he is wishing God’s blessing on us
Even though he is the one living on the streets
He is the one who relies on hand-outs and his own two feet
His white beard is dirty but his smile reaches his eyes
He even smiles at the cars who simply pass him by
I see him day after day
He is a glimmer of hope, a reminder to pray
He brings joy to a street that is broken
He made me smile before he had even spoken
I try to help him whenever I can
He is always on that corner, with a smile he stands
His full belly and white beard stand out
I call him “Santa”, he has the joy children dream about
Isn’t it funny how my Santa is a homeless veteran of war?
Isn’t it ironic that my Santa couldn’t afford the gifts we
mistake the meaning of Christmas for?
My Santa knows God and he knows joy.
In my heart, that makes up for every last toy.
The meaning of Christmas is Jesus Christ
The symbol of Santa is to refuse the naughty and choose the nice
The spirit of Santa inhibits all the best people
Whether standing on the corner or in a chuch steeple
The spirit of Santa makes us smile through harships and trials
I found my Santa, he has no home but he always smiles.
I see this homeless man almost every day on my way home from school and I nicknamed him Santa. This is about him and about Christmas too.