We all grew up to the tune of Father Christmas
Later i got to know the advanced version to be Santa
Everyone lines up in troop like going for mass
The theme colour is red and not orange like fanta
Little children move in all ages and class
The slightly older ones always receive banter
You see them all coming in different shades of glas
With all smiles before they move close to Santa
Some calmly stays on his thighs
While some with fright want to pick race as run
Parents stays and watch with laughter their ward(s)
And the thrill of the gifts soon soothe the tear
In their hand they hold gifts and the drama of minutes ago easy to bear
Still clutching to their prized asset amidst fear
With few tiny drops on their faces the tear
With one hand wiping the tears leaving the face smear
Christmas is always fun for little Children
Because of the man in Red and White beards called Santa Claus
For the older people like us
It is all about Jesus and family.
Best season of the year as it precedes the death of Jesus.
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True words. Thanks for your entry.
Thank you so much.
Wow. This is very relatable and has a Nigerian ring to it. Well done.
Thank you sire. Appreciate this.