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Staring through a window of the canteen on the dock,

I saw the Fir tree in the corner;

It was that time of the year again

And the Christmas decorations looked inviting;

 

‘Damn! It’s cold!’ I thought

as the fog grew denser by the second.

I joined the crowd inside,

eyeing the pot of hot coffee on the shelf.

 

Everybody hushed as they saw me enter…

Suddenly, for a second or two

A moonbeam shone through the fog

And fell on the concrete floor

 

Everybody cheered, and made a path

to let me through;

“After all,” I heard somone say,

He is Santa Claus, you know.”

 

Antoinette LeRoux © 2019