santa help

Dear santa clause,

this christmas make me happy 

not bull shit reason for the season happy 

real happy

belly laughing happy 

present, never wanting this moment to end happy 

laughing, screaming, jumping

happy

 

But I guess it won't happen 

you aren't real

and even if your mamby pamby magic were 

you couldn't bring him back 

so, I'll settle 

 

dear santa clause,

this christmas I want to feel anything.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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