I Believe

Some say there is no Santa,
but I think, that I believe,
not in some rotund, jolly man,
who toils on Christmas Eve,
who wears a suit of velvet red,
and brings you gifts while in your bed,
No, Santa Claus is not the guy,
who taught his reindeer how to fly.

Santa Claus is you and me,
the gifts we bear, our ability,
to be loving and giving,
or careless, unkind,
to instigate anger, or give peace of mind,
Santa is family and friends, I have found,
who deliver invisible gifts, all year round,
laughter and kinship, a shoulder to cry,
that is the magic, that makes our reindeer fly,
It’s easier to see a sleigh, flying above
than to believe simply, that Santa is love.