Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2015
As he paced me on his knee
I asked, well five years old!
Ask him why is your hair and beard like snow
and gess what he said said?

If you lived in the North pole
then would become
all your hair
and in time your beard
so you can hide in the snow
so we can keep this place magical to all.


For here we make the toys
that are yours.
And Santa never lie's.
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
253
   Daniel Ospina and Olivia Kent
Please log in to view and add comments on poems