The Elves Are Waving
It’s coming,
the tinsel train with its seasonal
non-tax declaring elves.
Of course they wave to us merrily,
of course we smile
push kids in front of us
as they seek Santa.
Not far now
the North Pole is at the back of the store
where Saint Nicholas keeps his secret stash
of whisky and weed.
We want to believe this is really happening
and that this magical moment
will live in a child’s-mind forever,
but no,
the kids just want to grab something
then run along more glittering tracks,
tickets held tight in small fists
on to the next promotional grotto
and another photographed event.
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