Santa Who

I wonder, sure I do
You wonder, I think so too

We both therefore wonder, I think we do
For everything that should be true

But Santa Claus is not coming 
Because I am still wondering

Where did he come from 
Or that Rudolph flying along

How can he get from A to B 
To then come down my chimney

Because I don’t have a stack
So how can I believe in that

So maybe there is another story
The one that I will then believe

But it needs much more than me 
To tell the nativity

DAMO
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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November 25, 2018 at 6:59 AM
So many will feel like you.. Especially as they grow older... nothing wrong with being a bit cynical though...
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November 24, 2018 at 8:30 PM
Your imagination should try to spread, When with Holy Food have been feed; Not tired, And inspired; To heaven one day are sure to be lead.
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