Her forehead is clammy. She cannot sleep
as the shadow on the wall continues to creep.
Any parental instincts have left his head
as he indiscreetly slips into her bed.

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There's something familiar in that soldier's eyes
so the photograph will come as no surprise.
You're too young now to notice that clue
but he is the father you never knew!

--

My daddy didn't think like plain simple folk.
Prosperity was a veneer he tried to evoke
and the truth of the matter he seldom spoke.
I only realized years later my daddy was broke.

--

He felt the desire and he felt the need.
His cup runneth over guaranteed
and with his time remaining he accelerated the speed
in the promotion and distribution of his golden seed!

--

Someone in particular is extremely glad
so all you cynics don't get mad
at the festive season and dear old dad
and the best friend Santa ever had!

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