My Santa Claus

 

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….

 

 

Shopping Spree

When others travel abroad they are excited about seeing new places…eating new dishes…experiencing new adventures…meeting new people…learning new languages…. (my list could actually go a long long way..) BUT ME? when I travel abroad..(which I always do with my family) I am excited about only one thing…SHOPPING…

a hundred colored choices

filling my sight in a glimpse;

so delicate, so soft, so elegant

touching you is what I want;

intricately and perfectly laid

choosing is difficult indeed.

I could pick one anyway

knowing you makes me wanna stay;

so close, so smooth, so sweet

touching makes me fall off my feet;

sophisticated and enchanted you are made

making up my mind as I persuade.

should it be the one I adore?

or just bear what my desire could be.

somehow, someway I need to pick

my heart bleeds feeling like I prick;

my mind is truly torn

deciding makes me forlorn.

I can’t make up and decide

seeing furious faces as they hide;

annoyed by million years undecided

messing up everything offered;

by angry ladies as they plea

from fickle-minded shoppers like me.

p.s.

I admit the general rule that every poet is a fool, but I guess every fool is not a poet….you see I would be a fool if I will not say there’s no other way to enjoy traveling than shopping; especially if your pocket is filled with an extra bunch of cash…(that is..if you have..) well I guess you wouldn’t dare travel if in the first place you barely have ….or can you? .. would you?…