Long ago, I believed in Santa Claus.
Still do.
Long ago, I would lie awake on Christmas eve, eyes & ears open, waiting
I would fall asleep dreaming of Santa, his reindeer & sleigh full of presents.
I would fall asleep dreaming of Santa, his reindeer & sleigh full of presents.
Still do.
Long ago, the merry, merry of Christmas would overwhelm me.
I would try to be so good, stay clean, smile and never be naughty.
I would sit on my hands to be still & concentrate very hard to be quiet.
Still do.
I would try to be so good, stay clean, smile and never be naughty.
I would sit on my hands to be still & concentrate very hard to be quiet.
Still do.
Long ago, I believed in Santa and the Spirit of Christmas.
I believed he carried a bag full of dreams.
Long ago I used to dream of a white Christmas,
full of joy, love and peace for everyone.
And, long ago, I believed that Christmas had the power
to renew faith and restore hope ...
to bring out the very best in people,
to fill them with kindness, forgiveness, love.
And I still do

I believe in Santa too. I love the adorable pictures of you and siblings. So cute you sitting on your hands.
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