Santa Claus

Christmas morning is finally here
My 5 year old heart is filled with cheer
I smile big as I run down the steps
Ready to wake my parents from rest

We gather around the sparkling tree
Everyone is spreading endless glee
Brightly wrapped gifts catch my eye
I began to open them without being shy

5 years later and now I'm ten
I wake up on Christmas morning once again
I realize it isn't as fun this year
This was always one of my biggest fears

"Santa isn't real" my Sister said
I frowned as a bowed my head
"Just believe" my mother chimes
I don't even bother wasting my time

A blink of an eye and I'm thirty-five
I tip toe downstairs trying to be sly
I set the gifts around the tree
I smile and then I flee

It's morning time and I feel the cheer
My 8 year old daughter whispers in my ear
"Santa came" she says to my face
We run to the tree as if it's a race

I watch as wrapping paper flies in the air
She handles each gift with such care
I smile at the sight
And hope she doesn't know I'm Santa who comes at night

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