Santa’s Workshop

The draft of wind so cold to breathe, the leaves has fallen so smooth and clean. Change in weather that’s quick to the senses, falling under the weather becomes truth enhances. Spiked mask and wind proof coats, wool hats and gloves of fake faux. A trip through the mind of the things that merry, the happy times that brought this cherry. Blooming like a flower with spikes and beauty, gives scents to the masses that grab their maturity.

Growing in strength with experience on hand, loving yourself with no one in command. Pedals so fierce that it can’t snap in two, stem so firm it’s harder than a rock, and as firm as an igloo. Body so tight that it can fit through anything, bundle up nice and the cold weather got nothing. Christmas cheer and holiday fever, hot chocolate delight and Santa believer. Holiday cherries candied or dipped in honey, mixed in a cocktail or served with chutney. Spiced ham and sweet plantains, golden goose and potato cakes.

Upon this ride of winter wonderland, we pay gratitude to the helpers of Christmas land. The little treats that they lay before us, so we all can get some peace and love with little euphoria. Gain more happy than sad, because these months can show the care and glad. Ready those ugly sweaters because we are on our way, a reindeer wearing glasses to be funny today. Lift those spirits and raise a smile because laughter is the best medicine when you see a frown. This holiday cherry is ready to pop, so bring on the good food and show us the mistletoe bop.

Just another toy in your box. Sentinel & fragile with all its parts. Runs on a charge that’s already setup. Straight out of the box with all the other blocks, pathetic and simple with me stuck in a lock. Only active when it’s time to share, stuck on rerun with no emotion to bare. Force to play the part like the puppet that I am, unknown to work my own body, not knowing who I really am.

I see my truth through others eyes, know what I represent without mirrored eyes. Pieces of me gets changed when something breaks, new parts acts, as if I have no embrace. When broken down and chewed up rough, I’m left alone to be slobbered up. Pick myself up & do things better, because this toy is supposed to be sentient, and make this story my forever.

Drifting through the land and sea, the Santa of claus is for all to not see. Funny as it may we know what he looks like, from the blur and shadow of the candle light. Reindeer gallop and chestnut roasting, milk and cookies on the table for the big man booking. Blessed by desire with no hopes or dreams, making sure there’s no lump of coal in your stocking. Mistletoe hanging in case someone sees, mommy kissing Santa Claus, on Christmas Eve. Better that then maybe the grinch, maybe at least you’ll see his little dog pinch.

In Santa’s workshop there’s all work while play, 24/7 365 days. No sleep for the wicked but these helpers are nice, maybe some naughty neighbors who spends their life doing something nice. Mr and Mrs clause holds them all together, to make sure everything is done before forever. Bring all the Christmas cheer whether you care or not, because during this whole season belief is not. The truth is to be nice and sincere, because peace and love is what can conquer all who find value in this Christmas cheer.