The Busy Santa

Is he the real Santa?

I do not see the sleigh, and I do not see red.

Does this guy wear a mask, or that one?

How do I celebrate, when Belief is Dead?

 

I do not see the sleigh, and I do not see red.

I have grown up now, and write my own tales.

How do I celebrate, when Belief is Dead?

Old age repents, adults confuse and childhood wails.

 

I have grown up now, and write my own tales.

I hope to reshape the world in my own image.

Old age repents, adults confuse and childhood wails.

God is being reinvented, as the anti-gods come of age.

 

Written for Daily Picture Prompt 17 – Busy Santa – Pantoum Poetry

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