I remember waking up
One morning on a Christmas day
And as I rose
I went up to my table in my room
To check if Santa ate my cookies
I noticed there was one left
And a bite mark was left on it
I quickly ran into my dad's room
And awoke him
'Dad! Dad! Come and see! '
And brought him to my room
To show him something amazing that happened
He played calm
Explained to me how Santa came
And ate the cookies I left
He tried to assure me
As I wasn't so convinced
He explained to me
That the bite mark couldn't have been his
As his was way smaller
And by proving his point
He took a bite from the other side of the cookie
Which I noticed
Was a lot smaller
But I was too young
To even realise that
More than one bite was taken from the cookie
And that it was indeed my very own father
Who came that one night of Christmas eve
And ate my cookies
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