To my Suspiciously Secret Santa,

Since I'm on a Christmas trip,
Visiting my sweet grandbaby,
Santa, fly with care, don't slip,
The present could be later, maybe.
If it's there on New Year's Day,
That is when I'll get to see it,
Meanwhile, joyfully I play
With my family; I say, So Be It.
Safe journey, Santa, and safe home!
There's no rush, so have no fear,
(Except, perhaps, for this bad poem?)
Merry Christmas! Happy New Year!