Santa
I never liked the holidays
Especially in December
They aren’t what they used to be
Not the way that I remember.
As children we were happy
With whatever Santa brought
Sometimes we got nothing
And that too was something taught.
Appreciation dwindled
As the years they seemed to fly
Not knowing what it was
To see the struggle in her eyes
Santa was the woman
That worked hard
For us to eat
She provided all our needs
For our Dad was obsolete.
Because she was a warrior
And she never let us down
Every year at Christmas time
Mom was the only Santa in town.
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