Where are you now, magic man
of my innocent, infant dreams?
With patience, I’ve waited for you
to come burst my socks at their seams.
I did as they said I should.
I was kind and giving and good.
Don’t you think I deserve a reward
more than basic survival and food?
The young ones I cared for are racing
far ahead in the world past me.
Did you drop them something more precious –
a crystal ball showing how you flee?
I sit all alone in a dark chill
expecting things easy to come.
Simple, happy-ever-after stories
or a logic-proof, equation-right sum.
Your red and white outfit was dazzling;
The twinkling eye, laughter, so safe.
But Santa, all your gifts are empty:
dead lies - not the full life I crave.
Go back to your cots and your cradles.
Torment me and tease me no more.
Your promise of joy in a package
was deceitful. Please leave me. I’m sore.