The Death of Santa Claus by Charles Webb

He's had the chest pains for weeks,

but doctors don't make house
calls to the North Pole,

he's let his Blue Cross lapse,
blood tests make him faint,
hospital gown always flap

open, waiting rooms upset
his stomach, and it's only
indigestion anyway, he thinks,

until, feeding the reindeer,
he feels as if a monster fist
has grabbed his heart and won't

stop squeezing. He can't
breathe, and the beautiful white
world he loves goes black,

and he drops on his jelly belly
in the snow and Mrs. Claus
tears out of the toy factory

wailing, and the elves wring
their little hands, and Rudolph's
nose blinks like a sad ambulance

light, and in a tract house
in Houston, Texas, I'm 8,
telling my mom that stupid

kids at school say Santa's a big
fake, and she sits with me
on our purple-flowered couch,

and takes my hand, tears
in her throat, the terrible
news rising in her eyes.

Reaction: I was shocked but struck by the comicalness of it all.

Meaning: When a child is old enough, the parents will tell him or her that Santa Claus really does not exist. This is the "death" of a beloved imaginary creature. This poem symbolizes what it is probably like to the child after hearing that Santa does not exist--- it is like a slow, painful death. The poet, however, somehow makes it slightly comical but eerie at the same time.

Technique: Free Verse/Form Poem, Imagery