The Father
A sailor,
I met in
Tokyo,
told me that
Santa Claus
is the father of
Jesus;
this makes
perfect
sense,
why else
should he
be racing
around
every Christmas
handing out,
metaphorically
speaking,
cigars to every one
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Monday, June 25, 2007
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