Written by Emily Harstone | November 2, 2016
And with that he rose upward.
Santa scooped me in his sleigh
And he was never seen again..
Understand, I too, needed to escape.
Jackson told me not to go.
I am lost in my heart.
Summer is over, grab the skis.
The nice man offered some candy
And he found a warmer haven…
Sometimes you should just walk away
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And with that he rose upward.
Santa scooped me in his sleigh
And he was never seen again..
Understand, I too, needed to escape.
Jackson told me not to go.
I am lost in my heart.
Summer is over, grab the skis.
The nice man offered some candy
And he found a warmer haven…
Sometimes you should just walk away