Santa Claus Didn't Come Poem by Uche Nwanze

Since I was a toddler, I have been good not bad.
I tried not to be naughty but nice.
I didn't pout for once or cry.
Even while I sleep, I wait.
My windows I leave open, hoping he will hop in.

As a child, I was told Santa Claus is coming to town.
I have waited all my life. I thought he was making a list of kids to visit. Is my name not on his list?
Now I'm forty, Santa hasn't visited town.
Has Santa been held back in the North pole?

Maybe he lost his way to town.
Did he change his mind?
Millions of questions ringing like church bells in my young head.

Now I am a Father, my daughter Audrey asks me, is Santa really coming?
I know not what to tell her.
Should I tell her I have been waiting forever?
I don't wanna break her tender heart.

Is Santa myth or Legend?
Is he real or a fairy tale like Cinderella?
Questions begging for answers.

When next you see Santa please ask him, when is he coming to my town.
It's another Christmas, my windows are still open, my doors left ajar.
Maybe he'd show up or spring me a surprise.



©UCHE NWANZE
23-12-2019
6: 00PM