Are you sleeping

Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor,
And parkas pile up
Near the door.

The river is
A frozen place
Held still beneath
The tree’s black lace

The sky is low
The wind is gray
The radiator
Purrs all day.

Santa’s underwear

It is Christmas Eve. And time for Santa to get ready.
Santa is shining his belt and he
is polishing his black boots.

He is brushing his teeth and he
is having a nice bath.

He is looking in the mirror and
he is smiling.

Santa is opening the drawer and
he is looking for his wooly undies.

He is peeking under the bed.
But he can’t find his undies.

He is putting on the pink boxers and
a T-shirt with hearts and cupids.
He doesn’t like!

Now he is wearing his briefs with dancing jelly beans.
He doesn’t like!

Now he is wearing his regular underwear. But it is right for tonight not for Christmas.

What is he to do?