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Believe

How fleeting are the moments, the hallmarks of belief
The magic of our childhoods stolen away by a time thief
Too many questions without answers are now oh so clear
Nothing to gain by knowing the truth, nothing to lose I fear
Perhaps I should have told her, but it hardly seemed fair to do
The twinkle in her eyes, the excitement it brought is all she ever knew
This year will be the last that Santa will visit her as she sleeps
A tradition I hope her children will know, a secret I hope she keeps
— jamadarie, Nov 25, 2009

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weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 5 months ago

ah, those magic times

Did you, as I did, pretend to believe in Santa after you found out? Kids know a lot more than we give them credit for. Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible