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Father Christmas

by samanthauz

Father Christmas where did he come from? On Christmas Eve we all leave him a feast, Along with some carrots to share with his beast. Reindeer dust we sprinkle on our lawn, tucked up in bed we get excited for dawn. Lavish gifts more than one we receive, but why is it in Father Christmas that we all believe? Pretending each year that this man is magic, he's not real I found this so very tragic. Father Christmas he's just make believe, your mum and your dad hide the presents you receive It's really confusing how we create these lies, stories of Santa's sleigh and how he loves mince pies. His famous red suit and his long white beard, finding out he's a fake is something I always feared. Flying the world all in one night, a sack full of toys for our children's delight. Father Christmas who invented this man? An image created we believe that he can.
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