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...
1 comment:
Ahhhh! I'm dreading that moment. If we could just keep them little and innocent forever :)
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