Santa went around the world,  didn't see colour or anything else. He didn't see war, pain or hurt or political angst or anything else.
For faith and faithless alike their children slept, anxious and longing for his sleigh to pass.
Exist or not they didn't care they held a moment a dream in the air.
St nick or santa or Mr Claus was all that they had in between wars.
So tomorrow when you and your children awake
Hold them as though it is their last day