Holy pa

Forgotten mental trouble retired in the halt
And holding lullaby of greedy joke
For child, for son defected told a toast!

For you my dear, for Rudolph nose!
I loved and left my sense of carrying.
Without the gate.

And Kangaroo just calmly locked
His standing tender spot and wakeless skin
Of daddy’s wit.

Pretended shot for holy song and laying son
For Christmas tune collected more
Than bloody nose of saintly crusted snow.