In my room
Through my window
I hear the gallops of Rudolph
I see the lights so mean
Fading knocks on the door
Is it You, Santa?
The tears from my eyes
And the pearls on my pillow
From the Building floor five
I have been falling sky high
With carols in graveyard
I miss you my Santa.
Its been a long
Moments have been dry
The stolen merries
And silent cries
Across the seas of change
Its been so long My Santa
The fog and the snow
The eyes are numb and white
The rose have gone dead
With stained drop of blood
I have been waiting
And I have been hating
Dad, its been a long
For you have been my Santa
Get the moments back to me
I promise I ll treasure them
I see my heart beating loud
Making me Run Around
With beats saying that
I' ll miss you my Santa
This one comes as a Dedication to my Dad because he has been my Santa and he will always be. I will miss him forever and may lightyears to come. Dad, I will for sure miss the chocolates tucked under my pillow on the christmas eve and the lighting coming from the Flour Mill where Santa used to live, atleast that's what you have told me. I hope you get to read this or just the feelings conveyed.
Piyush Singh
