Santa Exists...
There is nothing more tragic
When we grow older we stop believing in magic
For whatever reason or cause
We start denying the existence of the Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, and Santa Claus
Three magical creatures that loved us no matter our flaws
Even though they defined so many reality laws
Wiggling away from evil intention's claws
Trying so hard to be good and not give in to our inner outlaws
Finally the truth is revealed to us and a part of our life goes on pause
Losing the Christmas spirit from adults to teen
Knowing it doesn't matter if you are nice or if you are mean
Realizing the holidays mean we are surrounded by store's over advertising of red and green
A fat old man puts on a red suit on and is everywhere to be seen
Fearing miracles only happen when we dream
And if you hear another fricking Christmas song you will curse and scream
Then love comes along and in magic we start to believe
Finding out the magic in life was only hiding and never did leave
Kids come into our lives and we see why our parents choose to deceive
Children singing off-key Christmas song after Christmas song
Parents using the jolly old elf as lesson to teach right from wrong
Making parents pray their children's behavior could be the good all year long
Seeing the twinkle the we thought was lost in our children's eyes
As they talk about the man on Christmas Eve night flies the skies
Christmases full of memories and happy cries
Forgiving your parents for the years and years full of lies
Feeling the spark become brighter and stronger in our selves
While we get our kids wishes and hide them on our closet shelves
We are the reindeer. We are the elves.
We are the man who flies down the chimney chute
The jolly happy soul in the big red suit
Carrying a bag full of goodies and dream fulfilling loot
Dolls that say mama, balls that bounce, and trains that go toot
Parents eating whats left out whether it be milk, cookies, vegetables, or fruit
Best part is there are no footprints in the living room caused by soot
The reasons why Christmas is magical can fill many lists
Doing good deeds that no one admits
Is how we make the Christmas magic always persists
With love in our heart, yes, Santa exists...

Your poem is lovely. Beautifully written. We should all read it yearly. A new Christmas Tradition! (I'm clearly no poet. Hope you caught my drift. Your wonderful sentiments sure gave me a lift.)
ReplyDeleteI know . . . HO, HO, HOKEY! ☺️ Have a very Merry Christmas!