today is enough for me
today is my lifetime
today is telling everyone
that tomorrow may be gone
thus let bygones be bygones
till tomorrow comes
if tomorrow comes
I live another today

My lord
Show me the real love
And if you don’t mind
Send it to me
with an angelic dove.

“i love you”
those words
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                                   d
                                      from his lips
i believed his deceitful manner
his charisma, it was alluring

Santa won't confess,
lest it may sound blasphemous
(everything does, these days);
but he wished he could take
a long break from what he does best
or simply quit...

Santa may choose to stay mum
but deep in the recess he feels
that the world doesn't need him anymore;
Innocence has grown up too much too soon
and Love is no more a priority.

Driving his sledge, he asks himself:
is this journey worth taking at all?