Santa's spirit is forever serendipitous.
December's dreams never die within us.
They simply slumber in that wistful world
Where we were once boys and girls.
When once upon a time translated to tomorrow
And happy hearts had no space for sorrow.
We wished sorrow so far far away
Its sadness today was tossed to yesterday.
So let Santa live in December's schemes;
Hoist hearts high - deliver dreams.
Nov. 24, 2013