Santa’s in snow

Growing up is bittersweet.

Gifts are delayed, so you’re not here,

Waited for you all year.

Snow’s reducing, reality’s coming true.

The transparency has grew.

Santa’s lost, we’ve grown old.

The memories, the gifts we all told.

 

Santa’s gone with the white shower,

The truth’s really; sour.

Grinch isn’t real too, still

The spirit is dead, gone through a kill.

Will we love Christmas the next year?

Thinking about it, it’s already here.

Author's Note

Merry Christmas

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

The fact of global warming is effecting festival thoughts too. Good poem

[Medha]

thank you so much!