She Knows

She knows.

There's nothing I can do.

Too many questions.

Too many clues.

A forgotten receipt, left behind in a bag.

A gift from the big man, with a similar tag.

The questions of entry, and reindeer's that fly.

The questions of visiting the world through the sky.

The pressure was on.

The questions kept coming.

I started to sweat.

My brain was numbing.

What do I say?

What do I do.

When hit with the question,

Is Santa Claus You?

SHE KNOWS...