From many a child I often hear
A question one would think I’d fear.
So inquisitive their minds
So bright their eyes
I'd never be a party
to feeding them lies?
“Santa are you real? ” they ask and ask.
Answering each inearnest is monumental task!
Driven like a race car
Persistent – oh they are –
They whisper in my ear...
They shout it from afar!
Santa are you real or NOT?
My friends all say you’re fake!
Please answer me - once and for all
Answer NOW, for Christmas sake!
Well I answer the question
From my quiet home
With another question that's not even my own:
If I’m not real...
Then who wrote this poem?
It’s the SPIRIT you see
That makes Santa “BE”
And certainly now,
While that SPIRIT in ME
I AM the Real Santa
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow that is so cool.. I so still in my thirties believe in Santa. I think this is a remarkable poem thanks for sharing it.