Is he the real Santa?
I do not see the sleigh, and I do not see red.
Does this guy wear a mask, or that one?
How do I celebrate, when Belief is Dead?
I do not see the sleigh, and I do not see red.
I have grown up now, and write my own tales.
How do I celebrate, when Belief is Dead?
Old age repents, adults confuse and childhood wails.
I have grown up now, and write my own tales.
I hope to reshape the world in my own image.
Old age repents, adults confuse and childhood wails.
God is being reinvented, as the anti-gods come of age.
Written for Daily Picture Prompt 17 – Busy Santa – Pantoum Poetry

Thanks, Franci! It is about evolution at every level.
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Well done. I feel it sends a message as we grow up we become wise and make our own decisions.
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