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?

two leaders once met in Helsinki
for talks that looked somewhat *****
as it turns out
                still nobody knows
what they were talking about
and that indeed smells rather stinky