My little girl approached me today,
And thru her tears I saw her innocence slip away.
A few simple questions that broke my heart.
I wasn't sure just how to start.
Is the Easter Bunny real?
If Santa's a lie, then what's the deal?
I was not ready for this conversation,
Although I'd been waiting with anticipation.
I took a breath and started to speak.
My voice sounded small and very meek.
I answered with honesty about the Christmas Spirit.
She listened intently, though she did fear it.
I admitted that I was Santa and the bunny,
But the spirit is real and that's the truth honey!
I hugged her and reveled in how much she's grown.
The holidays will still be great,
Though the secret is known!
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