I found you
under the tree,
a bit blue,
this Christmas.
As I can see,
no gift, no joy.
Don't worry,
there's something
I can quickly do-
Here's a toy
and a friend, too,
who you can play with,
among old carols
and bright wreaths
to forget new issues, kid,
this blue Christmas
might sadly bring.
Don't cry, reader
go outside.
Don't cry, kid
You'll be fine.
Santa, Sapphire Good Friend! | Ecency
Without remorse | Daily Writing Prompt Day 3207neotopher ·
