Sadness lined the wrinkles of a father,
His head hung low as he stood with his family waiting to see Santa.
His heart sank as he listened to his children whisper their Christmas wishes,
Knowing full well that they would not receive what they wanted from Santa
As they walked away, his head hung lower
Wishing for a true Christmas miracle, to save his family from the poverty,
That poverty that has now grown on his heart.
A tear he held back from his blue colored eyes,
This is why he never truly loved Christmas time.
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