A Disappearing Santa
I think it's a sin,
Santa's got thin.
Father Christmas was fat,
And jolly with that,
I don't like to complain,
Santa is not the same.
Thin, tummies don't shake,
With laughter, and make,
Children shout out with glee,
When sitting on Santa's knee.
With a lap comfy cosy,
Cheeks chubby and rosy,
Kind smiley eyes,
So honest and wise.
He was the essence of joy,
To every girl and boy.
It makes me sad to say,
Santa's fading away.
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2021
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