This poem was the result...
She wished he was her grandfather
Blowing smoke rings from his pipe
Such an unhealthy habit
Showing the innocence of a previous age
He’s an enigma wrapped up a furry red suit
Hiding his intentions under a floppy crimson hat
Puzzling out everyone else’s intentions in his slow way
She intends to figure him out
There’s more behind that mask of vulnerability
Wisdom in his wrinkled lines and smiling face
Yet it’s hard not to simply smile at his jovial mask
Letting out one final, hearty chuckle
Before he disappears into the winter night
Not to return for yet another year
She’s not sure where he goes to
Whether he’ll truly be with elves and reindeer
Living in his winter wonderland
While for her, the seasons change
Yet she keeps the echo of his laughter in her heart
A symbol of the family she dreamed of having
Along with all the other illusions she no longer believes in
Yet cannot bring herself to cast away.
What bittersweet words. ~nods~ Thank you for sharing.
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