So This Is Christmas

Christmas, 1997. Little two year old me At Grandma's smelly house, making sugar cookies, When the doorbell rang, long and loud. Who could it be? Its Santa! Big and round, With a fake beard and soft new red suit. The Man, the Myth, the Legend. This 'jolly' man handed me a box, wrapped in shiny green paper with angels on it. But I was more focused on this stranger... A holiday story I have never fully believed, And he was standing right in front of me! Why didn't he come through the fireplace just downstairs? Why didn't I hear the click of reindeer on the shingles above? But little dumbstruck me couldn't squeeze out a single word. Too late! He was gone, Leaving me with my questions and a box full of art supplies.