Poem with fairy tales

Where are you Santa Claus?

Or, perhaps you are afraid of war

Are you hiding just like us?

Santa Claus can you die?

No, I do not think you can

There is no war in fairy tales

Take us there.

As here the war is harsh

It may pass a bullet or a shell

Santa Claus my family is gone

I am the only one left.

I, a tender doll

With yellow silky hair

Made from the maize on the hill

Near my native village.

I call them, but there are no children

Wait, let me call them

But there is none

Santa Claus, did you take them?

In the fairy tales, and did you even hide them?

Santa Claus, did you take them?

MARIA MUSAT