Poor Santa Poem by Vanessa Kingsley
Poor Santa
Shot down in the middle of town
He lies there in the cold white snow
Look around
At all the children’s frowns
All their hopes and dreams out the window
No more holly jolly
No more ho ho ho
No more pretty Rudolph
With his surprising nose
We say;
Poor Santa we will miss you every year
Poor Santa; in our hearts you were so dear
Poor Santa you will live on
In every annoying happy Christmas song
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