And when I was young,
I always waited for my santa to come.
With all those bundle of gifts,
And the best part is every year,
I was never disappointed.
And then we grew up,
I still waited for my santa,
But there were no more secret gifts.
Someone told me,
All my childhood beliefs died in that moment.
In the process of growing up,
We never realised that there was no such thing,
As the secret santa,
So is in life we never have a secret santa
Or a magic wand
Or some spell
And all that happens
No way out of it
We gotta face it, survive it,
And move on
Pretending nothing happened at all
‘Cause this is not narnia