The Toymaker

A Poem

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In a land far away
where the cold wind blows
lies an empty sleigh
and an elf with a red nose.

That magical night
will be upon us soon
when he takes flight
by the light of the moon.

A man works hard all year
so the kids can have toys.
He wants to bring cheer
to the good girls and boys.

He doesn't sleep much,
keeps his eyes on the goal.
He applies a magical touch
from deep down in his soul.

The man doesn't need notes
or cookies and milk to eat.
No need for a stomach to bloat
He doesn't even like sweets.

This man works hard each day,
thinking of his family non-stop
at a job in the city not far away.
He may never make it to the top,

but his home is filled with love,
and the children's needs are met.
On Christmas Eve, they look above
and wonder if Santa is near yet.

They open gifts on Christmas morn
knowing they don't have it so bad,
thanking their starts for being born,
grinning happily at their mom and dad.

I feel like this one needs a small disclaimer. This wasn’t written to sight moms or to define roles. The original idea shifted a bit, but the poem is still about the parallels between a father and Jolly Old Saint Nick. Moms bring their fair share of Christmas magic to the table.

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