Secret Santas
Inside the human heart there dwells
The constant need to love,
When Christmas comes, it casts its spells,
Like sunshine from above...
For secret Santas everywhere
Go shopping far and wide,
As if the answer to a prayer
The moment we decide...
Across the nation, shops are filled,
With presents still unbought
And little children will be thrilled
When they get what they ought...
And Mums and Dads and relatives
Take part in parties, too,
Exchanging smiles and Christmas gifts
With words like, 'I love you! '
Young sweethearts also cuddle close,
Their gifts on show to all
And in each home, love overflows,
Like snowflakes when they fall...
Yet Christmas wouldn't be the same,
Without price-drop. tv
For that was where such presents came
From secret Santas like me...
poem by Denis Martindale
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