Samantha Desmond


A Child Cries Because of Santa


Here is this symbol,
of a happy, joyous time,
so caring and giving,
and smiling without a care.

To most he is known,
as a wonderful spirit,
and they laugh and smile,
at the sound of his name.

But here is a view,
not known to most,
it is fear of this being,
such a stranger at most.

With terror in his eyes,
he cries for his mother,
such a vulnerable child,
he doesn't yet know.

But he will soon understand,
how wonderful this man is,
and will join the cries of happiness,
of the other children, and will cheer.

Submitted: Thursday, December 04, 2008

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