Big Red Suit

As I seek to linger deep into your movements
To satisfy belief that Santa does exist
So tremble to the core as children do resist
The growing up life's stage of the youngish moments

As my girls aged to ten, I wondered if the dream
Of the big red belly, descending down chimney
To wake up in morning to find gift with shinny
That is addressed to them of their wishes supreme

They brought out the cookies, and the glass of cold milk
With a note to take care on your long adventure
As the solo world tour for children's indenture

As I seek to linger into my bed's fine silk
My dream of my own kids wanting to remain kids
Wonderfully transverse into this cherishing bids

◄ Kidding aside

Swimmingly ►


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