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.