I Still Believe In Santa
by Dauna Beutel
I've seen the rotund pretenders and sat upon disingenuous knees.
I've tugged the glue off cotton beards and stood in line, to please.
But, I still believe in Santa, his reindeer and his sleigh…
his jolly self... his toys, his elves... and every year I say...
Dear Santa, please remember us, we grown-up children now.
You see, childhood dreams aren't practical and we often lose...
life's magic... somehow.
I do believe in Jesus and celebrate his birth!
But, I also cherish childhood joy and hold on to its mirth.
So please, don't ever retire, I'm 46 and counting.
Yes, Christmastime is worshipful; I'm grateful for God's bounty!
But, I'll be sure to thank Him also, with a nod and winking...
that you're the spirit of childhood glee!
What are grown-ups thinking?