Return Santa

December 13, 2011
By ADawn BRONZE, Baldwinsville, New York
ADawn BRONZE, Baldwinsville, New York
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Favorite Quote:
" A #2 pencil and a dream can take you anywhere"
-Joyce A. Myers

Trickle down on me as if the first snowfall
The flakes return my innocence, so pure, so white
Roll my wishes into snowballs
And take back the dimness that was once so bright

Fill my stocking with hopes and dreams
Hide my presents until that special night
Sew me back at my seams
And fall down my chimney with delight

Your presents once meant so much
I used to wait up for you until my eyes could not open
That joy you once brought has turned into dust
You are now nothing but a once loved token

Time has taken you away
Reality has replaced you
Life is dim today
All because growing up means bidding adieu

The author's comments:
The Christmas season inspired me to right this poem. It's mainly about not having that same feeling of excitement and anticipation like we did as children during Christmas because we know there is no Santa. The poem isn't asking for "him" to return, but asking for the innocence of childhood.

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