Christmas

*Down the chimney comes a man in red,

With a big round belly,

And a 2 big, long lists.

He sees the cookies with the milk,

Stops to eat, and gets back to work.*

In their beds, the children shift,

Their poor, naked tree,

Now showered with gifts.

The children wake, with a gleam in their eyes,

All thinking of the great Santa Clause.

Their parents giggle in spite of the kids,

For they know the truth, and yet, they keep it.

The presents are opened,

The room is a mess.

The children,

All smiling.

The children,

Still believing.