At thirty Santaclaus finally finds me
Could it be all the good with my name against them?
It’s hard to tell,in the details you’ll understand
Chimneys like UFOs have never been at home in this paths
Small wonder his choice of a more grandiose entry
Over the west perimeter fence
Taking his time to cut through the prickly concentriner wire
Like Jesus,his timing was uniquely strange,2am to be precise
Slumber was sweet to the humming of the airconditioner
Armed with a bag to take and not give
His only preccy,a rusty gun
Not with the alarm of overwhelmed kids
My neighbor’s screaming shatters sleep
Shortly followed by the sound of fireworks
Which turned out to be the door of flat 4B being forced open
What a lovely christmas indeed
Crossing fingers for the new year….
All the compliments of the season.
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