• They all say no, the pitter pounding I hear is only in my head
    But i know the truth, I know that St. Nicholas is not dead.
    He is real he is real, i'll show them all no matter what it takes i'll stand tall
    He is the spirit of giving, of loving, of wishing. He makes the magic in the world

    A few years later, i struggle to conform with my former beliefs and ideas.
    If this santa guy is so real how come he never apears.
    Like a car without gas, my formerly real dream and hope comes screeching to
    A stop. knowing the hero of my youth is gone and its entirely my fault.

    Im older now, its christmas again we sit and talk with friends, a river of words
    flowing from my mouth, when my little boy, only age 6 says with such bold words. " Santa is not real" I looked him in the eyes and just shook my head
    I said "your a fool boy now go to bed" "Santa will be here just like i said

    I felt like i was lying but i couldnt crush him. I would let his dreams swim.
    Later that night as i lay in bed, i thought i could hear a faint jingling.
    And i look out my window and what do i behold but a shiny red sleigh pulling away. and as he waved goodbye, my childhood revived all i sat and cried.