Christmas Dreams and Mythology Returned
On Old New Christmas Eve
Once we my sister and I over excited
children finally made our way to bed
Mother slowly begins to wrap our
toys and presents
Besides the flashing lights and
angel a- top our Christmas tree
While dad eats and drinks the milk
we left out for Santa
For when he comes down the chimney
to drop off all our presents
The pair of us hope to find underneath
the Christmas tree waiting for us to
rip wide open
Tomorrow on Christmas morning
whence we expectantly awaken
And hopefully mum and dad get just
or as much joy out of as we do
Seeing the joy and happiness splashed
beaming all across our tiny little faces
One last time before reality kick's in and they
eventually figure out
Mum and dad are actually in fact Santa
and yet another childhood is blown
away forever
Until such time one day in the distant
future arrives
When they themselves have children
of their own
And their own faith in childhood myths
is delivered back unto them as well finally
once again
And everything and all that resides
in the world makes sense
Once viewed and seen through something
as innocent as a child's perspective
Thinking and believing anything is possible
Nothing is beyond the realms of plausibility
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