Dear Santa,
it has been far too long,
not that I didn't want,
I've been belief vacant.
This Christmas I need of you
I fear that we all do, to
save it with a miracle!
My wish is,
as I light this candle,
lightning the feather,
to write you this letter...
"For the word carefully meant
to find its dirt path unbent
straight as only an arrow."
Let the snow,
wash down the raw red stain
of shards between blood
as we join hands for a meal.
Let the lights,
flickering from pine trees
brighten the colors
in our reserved deep eyes.
Let the choir,
guide the tortuous paths
in each others brains
that lead to steep crater.
Let the turkey,
in herbs and juices for days,
carved into silver trays,
sing of our belonging.
Let the crackle,
fire up our sleepy beat
that burned in within
on every other year.
This Christmas, white beard Santa,
heal this countries family
and bring a kind sight our way.
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