Waiting for Santa

Waiting for Santa

The child sits
Balanced on the window sill
Tendrils of her wispy hair squashed on the glass
Nose cold and red pressed hard against it
Eyes scanning the frosted rooftops
Waiting.

“He won’t come while you’re awake,” Mummy says kindly
Lifting the small chilled form
Back to the warmth of the blankets
“I want to see Santa” sleepy now
A gentle hand strokes her wayward hair
She closes her eyes
Waiting.

 

About the author

Maryel
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I am an author and have published my first novel "Detective Armando Ramirez and the Iberico Ham murder. I am also a poet and have been published in several anthologies and websites like visualverse.org and crannog magazine I also write for Pentoprint.org a not-for-profit organisation in the London Borough of Barking and Dagenham that supports new and emerging writers. I live with my husband, and our dog and cat and one-legged canary.

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