Santa Claus Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

Santa Claus



Fifty dollars and one night dinner
are good luck for a laborer.
He is Santa for children today
but he can't gift anyone anything in anyway.
A small girl asks for a chocolate-
her face is like his daughter, Juliet,
who was run over by a car.
In his eyes comes the tear.
The girl asks, 'Santa, why are you crying'?
With a smile Santa starts to sing.

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