When I was a little girl,
I believed in Santa Claus, the earl.
I had a unique bond with him
He bringing gifts every year with a whim.
Never did I know it was my mother who kept the gifts.
Every year, I eagerly waited for those specials beside my pillow into the socks
More than the gift, it was the moment that fascinated me
One day I came across the truth-There was no santa.
No santa means No gifts.
Somewhere I believed my Santa existed stuck up in major rifts.
Gone far away to distant land
Until One day, my Santa came back with a bang.
From that distant land, he sends me small gifts every day
The times are modern, so are his ways.
No he doesn’t come on a sleigh
Rather chooses the path of ‘swish and sway’
Sometimes stars, sometimes raffles
Sometimes wines and sometimes with the Big apple!