when i was barely six
i used to hang socks
on christmas eves
hoping that santa
would give me gifts.
at least once, but no.
now i am a teenager
knowing there's no
old man in red & white
called santa claus.
but now as my lil' sister,
who is six years old,
hangs around socks
hoping for presents
i know she'll get 'em.
i will be her santa claus.
— SweetSimu.
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Poetry❝ we are all just stars that have people names. ❞ - Nikita Gill. EUNOIA - beautiful thinking, a well mind. [a collection of all of my imperfect, unedited, messy poems. some are not even poems. majority of these don't rhyme. some don't even make sens...
