Will Santa come for me?
May you all feel the excitement of Christmas.
WILL SANTA COME TONIGHT?
“Will Santa come? Will Santa come tonight?”
“He might. He might.
If you are good, he might.”
“Can I stay up and see?”
“No. He will not come for you or me
if we do not sleep . He’s too busy to meet us all.”
“And will he come for us?
If you go to sleep – he does not like fuss.”
Tonight, by the lights of the tree,
there is, at last, some grown up time for me.
The cake is iced. The wine is spiced .The carrots diced.
The pudding’s steamed. The brandy butter creamed.
The turkey prepared awaits. And yes, I did clean the plates.
The tree is up, the table laid,
the cards are out , though the credit card’s unpaid!
So shall I soon with gifts a plenty
mount the stairs to deliver twenty?
Do I dare to tread the stair?
And will it creak?
And will it make a noise that upsets all those Santa ploys?
I need to know if they slumber before I arrive with my lumber.
If they are still awake what dreams will go?
Or do they know? And is their belief just all for show?
So tonight by the magic tree there is need of more time just for me.
I will wait – and struggle to keep open my eyes
And wrestle with the morality of eating Santa’s mince pies.
My adult mind is full of Christmas chores
The cooking times, and the cards through neighbours’ doors
Drinks with friends to come – but not that cheap red
Which would give me a headache as soon as I got to bed
I was once a child too excited to sleep with a torrent of thoughts about what I might be given
Hoping that it was a toy that could be ridden
Should I peep? –Not more socks or hankies, preferably something to be driven
So could Santa still come for me? Drowsily I dream as if I were eight
Hoping that Santa would not be late
Like every little boy there is of course a much wanted toy
So will Santa come tonight? He might, He might.
If you sleep well and if you believe
Only if you believe. And only if in your family Love fills the hours you will be spending.
It could be the true Santa on the stair
Or it could be someone from an empty chair.
So will Santa come? He will. He will.
December 24, 2025
Britain needs Santa with a full sack of presents from John Redwood.
Will he come? He might , he might….
December 24, 2025
Both of my lovely sons are here with me for the next few days.
We’ll have a nice walk if it isn’t raining; give some money to my local hostelries; have a relaxed Christmas Day playing games, and on Boxing Day we’re going to the horse racing at Wincanton Racecourse.
That’s all I want for Christmas 🙂
Merry Christmas to you Sir John … and best wishes for the New Year when you will be able to tell the Socialists about The Gods of the Copybook Headings from the House of Frauds.
December 24, 2025
Thank you John for your enjoyable Christmas poem and for another year of your daily wisdom. You articulate the issues and the solutions brilliantly and it is essential reading for me every day.
I wish you and your family a very happy Christmas!
December 24, 2025
It might be the weather, aging offspring or just the general malaise around being a worker in this country but I am feeling much less festive this year than previous Christmases. I have not put up a tree this year.
This annual consumer fest is still costing me a pretty penny but I will not get the boost that gift giving usually provides.
Roll on Boxing day, the one day of the year where there is nothing to do and nowhere to be.
After that we go back to our dystopian socialist existence with no light at the end of the tunnel for 18 months.
As Greg Lake observes we get the Christmas we deserve.
December 24, 2025
No light at the end of the tunnel for 3.5 years I should have said.
December 24, 2025
Wonderful
Thank you
December 24, 2025
Lovely poem – it captures how I was when I was young. Thank you and hope you have a very happy holiday season.
December 24, 2025
Didn’t realise you were so poetical John.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS & PROPEROUS NEW YEAR TO YOU AND ALL
December 24, 2025
Like all good memories it can bring a tear to the eye.
Thank you and a Happy Christmas and healthy New Year.
December 24, 2025
I enjoy reading this poem every Christmas.
Merry Christmas everyone.
December 24, 2025
Your final lines made me smile. I have bought my little grandson a Hot Wheels Aston Martin as a little bonus, hopefully the first of many Astons of various sizes! Have a lovely Christmas