S-A-N-T-A!

Packed
Picked wrapped
Waiting for a
Clueless idea of a
Gift

Anxiety
Gushing nervousness
A car or
A doll probably something
Fun

Red
Over white
Colours could tell
Ho Ho Ho ho
Laughing

A
Fave part
Of December Santa
Claus something like clause
Claws

Remember
Me a
Gift this Christmas
Still my favorite person
Santa. -Hypermind
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Santa
Father Christmas,
Named by Nigerians
Our idea of him?
Human

Acts
Reward giver
Best behaved toddler
Not here in Nigeria
Santa

List
Wish list
Numbered in order
The order of desire
Like…

Bicycle,
Toy motorcycle,
One for me
One for him because
Peace

Father,
At Christmas
Buys a gift
Well behaved or not
Christmas!-Hybrid
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Should
I write
Will you read
Hand of an unclean
Heart?

Pretty
Wild wishes
Times aren’t fair
Thus corrupting good boys
Bad

Christmas
Is here
Not our minds
We’re still months behind
Late

I’ve
Never written
This my first
Please excuse the unconventional
Approach

Markets
Are unapproachable
Forget toys now
Buy real stuff, like
Food.
Tee2emm
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I
Was waiting
For Santa’s gift
Not knowing I was
He

No,
Not the
Fat jolly man
The one who gives
Gifts

The
One who
By the stretch
Of hands releases or
Receives

Open
I with
Wide eyes see
Delights surrounding, calling to
Me

With
Opened eyes
The world’s desires
I can see and
Meet. -Seun
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Ironed
Uniforms, white
Stockings, hairs neatly
Plated, sparkling white teeth,
Smile.

Rows
Under the
Sun, anxiously await
Santa, wearing a weary
Smile.

Hard
Palms, dark
Skinned, white beards
In a red robe,
Santa.

Maybe
Santa Pam,
Not Santa Claus,
Without horses nor magic,
Faux.

Sweet,
Chewing gum,
A stony handshake,
All we get from
Santa.-Hijab Gurl
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Looks
White beard,
Fat fella with
Hands full of gift
Toys

Bell
on snow
Dropping Ringing calling
and Sending sweet sounds
Jingle

Dreams
I dreamt
About Came true
Like ambiguity,in my
Pocket

Sacrifices
Made of
Sheep and oil
For this day to
Come

Birds
With ribbons
Wrapped round their
Mouth,flying in array
Alluring. –Bangwan.
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Colours
Red, white
Pair them both
With boxes of wishes
Two

Birds
Doves, hen
Singing, ‘merry …mass’
On ground and fig
Enchanting!

Ring
Of bells
Jingling, belling, calling
All baskets to full
Yours

Theirs
Hopes, burnt
Or maybe His
Seasonal visits; bluffs – child
Said

Dream!
Gifts; free
Unveil your greed
Pockets are safe, assured
Santa – Bamvy
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Childhood
Deligtful lies
Strings of anticipation
Expected surprises,rising glee
Christmas

Chariots
Of deers
Galloping across skies
Magical nights,twinkle stars
Solemn

Firelace
Adorned red
And bottle green
Serene sparks, festive blaze
Embers

Family
Close knit
Shades of kindness
Thoughtful gifts,tight hugs
Sacrifice

My
Gifts wrapped
My smile set
I’m going to be,
Santa…-Omolola
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Who
Is Santa?
Did he die?
Or his red nosed
Reindeer?

I
Never sat
Down on his
Lap, black, white or
Otherwise

His
Big belly
Looks so gross,
And the hos he
Calls.

Oh!
For the
Wishes slain, misguided
Little children make each
year.

Little
Red riding
“Santa-grinche” might just
Break his sleigh tonight
Grotesque.-Vera
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One:
The mighty
Number of times
I’ve seen wishes untrue
Come.

Two:
The lists
I have made
Oiled dry as offerings
Burnt.

Three:
The number
Of trees; three
Cut. One silent. planted.
Fig.

Four:
The faces
Of hunger hung
As medals on necks
Theirs.

Five:
The forgotten
Reasons the colors
Red and white scares
Dream.- Leon
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Partridge,
pair three.
Branch holding you
for the real song
Pear.

Doves
swimming like
strangers on tree
for a fruity bee
Turtle.

Hen
no plural
gifts on course
from Paris to US
French

Birds
liked too
flying for you
with small box wrappings
calling

Ring
your head
with a halo.
On your little finger
Golden. – Rudolph