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Poor People Santa
A sonnet
Dec 18, 2020
Don’t think I ever believed in Santa,
But I still love the music and the lights.
A silly piece of Americana,
Nast’s image, with Coke’s colors still delights.
Being raised by two poor teenage parents,
They both worked two jobs to give us Christmas .
We had lights, a tree, and received presents.
What Santa delivered was suspicious.
Not wanting to hurt my parents feelings,
Maybe there’s no island of misfit toys.
But less poor cousins, in seasons greetings,
Nicer clothes and toys, same Santa deploys.
The children poorer still always miss out,
A department store Santa instills doubt.
Thank you Carol Burt for a timely reminder. I don’t hate Christmas but it’s getting harder to love it.
