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Just a statue

Or so they thought

He stood there looking so festive in his bright red coat

A little bag over his 2ft shoulder

His beard all stringy from little fingers

His hands solid and posed as though holding the gift glued in place

But his eyes told a different story

Because they looked so sad behind those little lens less glasses

When the house was quiet and his joints softened

He looked at the Christmas tree and nutcrackers willing them to talk like he

All alone in the dark he knew he brought joy to others hearts and yet his was empty

No friends to talk to, no other Santas to play

He would escape

He used the magical key they left out for the big man and set about the streets

Looking in windows for others like him

They all gathered in the park

A mini Christmas Santa display!

They sang and laughed and switched their pre wrapped gifts

As the night ended they all ventured back to their homes

Promising to meet each year from now on.



Published by faithaugust

Clinical Hypnotherapist, mother, wife & grandmother. Sun worshipper and Spiritualist. Inspired by Art and the beauty of the world.

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