Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

 

Yes, I believe in Santa.

Don’t ask me why?

I love his red cheeks,

his jolly and heartfelt chuckle,

and chubby belly held up by a great big buckle.

 

Although you may think

I am a little too old,

I still believe in Santa Claus

truth be told

when it is time for him to appear

with his beautiful sleigh and gracious reindeer

it is also the time

that people seem to smile a little bit more

and some folks are kinder than ever before

Everything seems to be so much brighter

and the hugs that I get are a little bit tighter.

 

It is a time for family to get together

It is a time when even the sick feel a bit better

Yes, my dear grandson, I still believe in Old St. NIck!

I believe I once saw him climb down a chimney made of red brick.

Someone tried to convince it was all just a trick

But the joy and the comfort that happens to be

during this time of year is the best; Don’t you agree?

 

So, I tell you believe me

for remember it happens to be

the celebration of the birth of Jesus

and other holidays as well

when people no matter where

they may be from

celebrate love, peace

and they all seem to know

that when you believe

Who knows what miracles, together we can achieve.

 

-Melba Christie