Sine die

On the roof are waiting socks
Yellow of color and in tatters.
Kids are busy with the fingers
Upon costly gaming consoles.

Since no body plays with toys
And our socks have big holes,
What with biopsies not ready,
We put off Santa visit sine die.

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