Santa

A short poem I wrote for my parents.

When I was young my mother told me that Santa was real,

I believed her and Christmas was a magical time to tell,

As i got older I learned the truth,

But humored her since it wasnt all a ruse,

There were magical people working their buns off to bring me toys and good cheer

That made the stocking fill with goodies every year

They may not have been Santa or Rudolph or Blitzen or Doner

But I know them as my father and my mother.