Christmas

I Believe

I Believe                       

by sloanranger

They say you're a kind old man, that this crush has got out of hand.

But - if they think you're not real,

they can't know what we feel -

so how can they understand?

When you let me wear your red cap and I cuddle up in your lap,

I'm right next to you –

and I know that you're true –

'fore you take, your long winter's nap.

And when we're beneath the tree, Santa - I know you love me.

Such a gifts beyond measure,

such Christmas treasure -

Santa, I'll always believe.