Pops.. 

He turns the day into a delight and the night a cozy blanket, 
A dream evolves into a reality under his command, 
When one wishes for a new shoe, he wore the old, I like it better, he would say,
Then would very conveniently turn every heartbreak into a memory so distant, 
And would bring home the sweetest of delights, 
Every day, every night,


I haven’t seen the Santa, 
Nor seen the fairy, 
Who needs a sleigh, 
When you have your pops.. 

I sometimes call my father pops. Haha. 

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