Alan Halford (DUBLIN)
Poems of Alan Halford
Santa in Ghent
'Santa' he whispered from behind a chair
as I sipped on a beer in a sunny Ghent sq
'Santa' once more with greater intent
now arms on my table and closer he lent.
His eyes lit up when I nodded and smiled
it swept out his breath and froze him a while
I smiled again with my best biggest grin
stroked my white beard just to rub it all in.