There are no more stars–
just the lights surrounding
this house. You’re held
by the inflated Santa,
the reindeer still grazing
the powdered grass.
You know the glow is just
wires, yet you’ve returned
after so many years.
But Santa still doesn’t wave
for you.
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OMG yes! Every line is perfect. Now I’ve read one absolutely incredible poem today, and I can go to sleep happy. 🙂
Ron
Thanks for the compliments Ron.
Man, Andrew, where are you at? -.- This poem remind me of the day I learned Santa wasn’t real. 8 years old, courtesy of a friend named Kelly.
Stunning verse, Andrew.
Thanks. School’s keeping me busy.