That is you.
I know it.
You thought it was a secret,
clung to it,
revelled in the glory of it.
Joy to the world.
Right?
Trust it’s not the only thing.
Naturally.
Oh, baby blues sparkle.
You see the darkness,
and turn your back.
No slackers here.
No secrets sneaking from those cracks.
Oh, I know.
That’s you.
Shawn L. Bird 
Excellent metaphor!
Somehow it relates this to Santa.
Interesting take! Thanks for stopping by.
Magnificent writing.
Thank you!
Like your style … a lot!
Thank you!
This is so lovely…so lovely!
That’s kind of you!
🙂
This brought authentic smiles.
After so much time, one can sense a loved one’s very presence-even sight unseen.