The Sleigh

There's so much of despair,
So much of sadness,
People have lost hopes,
For them, every moment has become lifeless.

It's only a miracle away,
When Santa comes, riding his sleigh,
Bringing gifts for everyone,
After their prayers are done.

The reindeers, with white spots,
The Santa, in his list jots,
The names of all the families in the vicinity,
To whom gifts are to be given, so pretty.

Every year,
No matter what happens, he's here,
To spread love, joy and laughter,
And wipe each and everyone's tear.