Ring-A-Ling-A-Ling

I saw Santa at a store

Ringing bells outside the door

Far from home he's in Nantucket

Standing by a small red bucket

As people passed they dropped their money
And I was thinking this seems funny
No one sat upon his lap
Or gave him wish lists as they passed

I got scared for Santa Clause

My thoughts were rushing I had to pause

He lost his sleigh or something worse

Laid off from his job or foreclosure

And now he's panhandling on the road

Begging from those whom gifts he's bestowed

My heart was aching my eyes dripping drops

Will his annual giving now stop?

And so I pondered that small red can

Gripped my nickels. . . . . turned and ran!