giant sock hanging at our window pane the night before Christmas you asked me “please my little princess Santa’s coming I need your socks hanging before Christmas eve”.
Christmas, the day I’d run underneath the tree, wanna see how many gifts you had for me, but you said “please my little princess check your socks I think Santa dropped by last night”.
Christmas gifts from you were mostly made up of toys and clothes and I would be disappointed somehow for I want something else, then you’d say “please my little princess check what Santa had for you”.
my giant sock hanging on windowpane was filled with books coloring materials, then you said and smiled “please my little princess go check carefully if these were exactly what you asked from Santa”.
on my 12th Christmas, I stopped hanging socks, you said: “please my little princess bear with Santa, he only drop gifts on the socks for little girls; he will have yours wrapped underneath the tree”.
on that same Christmas day, I run underneath the tree, the biggest and most beautiful box was for me; then you said “please my little princess read what the card has to say”.
on that Christmas day, Santa wrote, “this is the beginning of your gifts underneath the Christmas tree, you’re a big girl now my little princess, I will be your Santa forever”.
Christmas will never be the same without you dad….