Saviodsilva


Russ Moore
Poem

Santa

Christmas eve and all are asleep
as I sit in my favorite chair.
Snow piles up on the window sill
as the fireplace warms the air.

And then... I open up my eyes
I didn't realize they were shut.
What's this? Santa Claus I see?
Nah... that's just my ol' lady's big butt.

Russ Moore


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