Father Christmas

A little doll here, a small soldier figurine there

A blue bow here, a sequined hat there

A teddy bear gift-wrapping paper here, a rainbow one there

He was armed with the ammunition he needed to combat time

He ran like the wind, 250 kids at the orphanage

Him the only Santa, no elf

That night a recovering alcoholic put on a costume

That night Father Christmas had his dark past conquered

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