Be My Santa

Ring ring, ting ting,

Santa comes,

I wait for him,

Even when December ends!

He brings me prizes and gifts,

To my surprise, I have never won!

Ha ha hee hee, he always laughs,

No complaints, no expectations, he comes without any ask!

I love Santa the whole year,

For his kind affair,

No one offers the gestures,

As he gives me fine and fair!

I want to ask why all couldn’t be like him.

Why can’t all reduce the demands that damage,

The child in me!

Treat me as Santa does and I will show you miracles,

Which you have never seen before,

Because then I am free to explore 

and express without 

you being in me anymore!

Let me grow into my own shape,

Maybe it’s different from yours,

But then only my original branches will climb 

Because this climber is still yours!

I ask you just to have faith in me,

I am from your shoot,

Will grow into a fine tree!

I love ‘you’ being Santa of my life so that I can proudly say,

Here are my gardeners who didn’t trim me but kept me let growing in my own way!