11 day

11 day poem.

The Santa!

"Hello," he said smiling down,
this tall man with a hidden frown
betwen two beetle thick brows.
.
"Hello," I replied, a mimic of language,
my own a scrabble of pidgeon English
and some other - my mother implied
.
was the real language of an infant child.
"Did you know Christ was born real soon?"
"Aye," I said softly, a million years ago
.
"In a place called Bethlehem." His eyes twinkled,
his belly rocked, the smell of sweets gone hot.
"Its about toys really," I objected, "Money!"
.
He laughed until the whole shop shook,
"If thats all it is, then its everyday."
I nodded, "If only that was true today."
.
"Come and see me again," he said and nodded
to the photographer with his camera, "Next year!"
"Take a shot!" The camera popped!
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