for many years.
Tell me why I’ve never
noticed before. Why is it
even the naughty ones get nice
at this time of year? I don’t mind, since
it means they want to get on my good side.
Tell me why that is? I understand that every child, woman
and man, don’t always believe in me, but I can see the good-
ness in every person. I really do know. It’s a talent passed down
from generations of Clauses. A telepathy maybe, or a knack. A
crick in my back, or a tingle in my fingers. It lingers throughout the year
and I hear a voice in my head that fills me instead with a compassion.
I fasten my belt and get down to business. And my business has al-
ways been Christmas. On the Eve of my big day, the elves load all
of the gifts
in to this
sl ei gh.
Then it’s up, up and away. Tell me why you still believe? I am Santa!!!!!