A Poem for Santa Claus

Last night in bed
we wrote a perfect poem
about you in our heads.

The words sparkled, the lines shone,
then we awoke
and our gifts were gone.

The poem is now forever lost.
But all lovers sleep
at such cost.

from Fourteen Reasons for Writing (Hazard Press, 2001), © Kevin Ireland 2001, used by permission of the author. Recording from the Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archives (2004).

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