“The Unknown has always 50/50 for me. Malicious or benign. The Dispassionate Unknown. And the universe, its record playing its notes…”
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The Santa Poem
My brother told me that Santa doesn’t exist. He showed me where all the gifts were stashed. G.I. Joes were everywhere. I felt a thrill throughout my body. Finding that Santa doesn’t exist is a double-edged sword. Your childhood is almost over, but now you have the advantage in gift begging. You can manipulate your parents into getting you what you want, and now you have someone to blame when you don’t get it. I’ll probably lie to my kids about Santa if I ever have any. When they find the gift stash, I’ll still lie to them. One Christmas, our dad made us leave a can of beer for Santa. He said that he wanted to see if Santa would drink it. The can was empty in the morning.
A video poem written, performed and filmed by Mav The Writer. Feedback is welcome.
Any feedback on the video or poem will help. Written, filmed and performed by mavthewriter.