The magical sphere of glass,
in my grip depicting a scene I live daily.
Familiarity in my hands as I stand amidst
the little ones; wide-eyed and full of wonder.
I hold the ball aloft as they cheer wildly,
and I am mildly amused. Both hands
gently shake the globe; a mild spasm
causing pulsations, sending the elements
swirling, twirling and tumbling. Rumbling
and the snowflakes are released in the liquid void;
spacious and rare. It is there where we achieve
this weightless state, my reindeer and sleigh,
assume this Holiday enigma, more rapid than eagles
we fly across the frozen sky. And you’ll surely know
why…I am Santa Claus.