Waiting For Santa

Sitting on my chair,
Staring out the window,
Watching the falling snow,
With some snowman,
Covering the Christmas tree,
Watching alone in the night,
Of the Christmas eve.

Waiting for you Santa,
Dreaming of you Santa,
Going in my mind Santa,
Missing you my Santa.

I can’t see your shadow,
I can’t see you,
I can’t see my gifts with him,
Just now.

I heard he gives the gifts to all of us,
But never seen,
I hope he knows me,
One of the children,
In this town.

I won’t sleep on the Christmas eve,
Until he gives me the gift,
Keeping it under his favourite tree,
Which is next to me.

Maybe,
He may have frozen in the north pole,
Or takes longer to come to my home,
Or he may not know me,
Staying in this town.

I miss Santa,
I want Santa,
To give me the gift,
As I heard about.

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Waiting For Santa (Poem) - Young Explorer Magazine December 2015

-          Vaishnoraj Shivan