I Believe In Santa
Having faith in Santa Claus
Is not for just the young,
I know I’ll keep proclaiming him
As long as I’ve a tongue.
And even though I see the gent
Unmasked before my eyes,
Revealing some familiar friend
Who’s donned the quaint disguise,
It doesn’t change my mind a bit;
I’ll still believe, because
There’s more than whiskers and a suit
To dear old Santa Claus;
Bright hopes there are,
And dreams come true,
Good cheer, unselfish sharing
Personified by gifts of love
Within the pack he’s bearing.
To call these angels “Santa Claus”
Is surely not deceiving,
So I, for one, will never scoff
But go right on believing.
