Here is my first posted poem. Probably my last too.

I reminisce about the day the legend was born.
He was created, the spectacles, the beard, the red garb.
He delivers joy on Christmas day. He nurtured me, until I reached full maturity
He was unmasked; the man became a role
The man didn't matter, it was the joy it brought

My Father perished, I inherited the role, the man brought my children joy, it nurtured them
until they too took on the role, the role I carried out for them. They stole the spectacles, the beard and the red garb from me I had nobody to bring joy too

Times changed, my wife left the Earth. But one parting gift she left; one final christmas gift, changed the way I thought. For when I look in the mirror, I see the spectacles, the beard and the red garb; the red garb my wife had left.