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SantaThere is still a bit of Santa Deep within my soul- He came along as I grew From back in days of old- Mostly they were sad times But my dad he made sure- That Santa came once again And left something on the floor- I have every memory of him calling Even stockings hanging from my cot- With things he knew would please me so And for them I thanked him a lot- Back when the kids would all run out side And from each side of the street- Show each other what he had left I can still hear the cheers and dancing feet- That was just so long ago it seems But today he still lives as he did then- I hope and pray today come what may Children still feel as I did way back when- It would be a sin to take that away From little children oh so small- With milk and cake left out for him And creeping feet coming down the hall- All those fondest memories within They still live deeply inside today- Carrol's sang in the local park at night Back when I was taught by dad to pray- Santa he still lives deeply within And I do hope in every single way- That little children are told to be good As Santa's soon coming in his slay- Terrence Michael Sutton copyright 2008 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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