They say there is no Santa Claus
DescriptionA Christmas Poem
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They Say There Is No Santa Claus They say there is no Santa Claus but I know this can not be. For I had seen him one Christmas Eve, standing beside our tree. On that night I heard a sound and wondered what it might be. Was it Santa? I asked myself. Of course I had to see. I crept out of my bed, trying not to make a sound. I snuck out into the hall, to the stairway I was bound. My brothers tease me for believing, claiming Santa was a scam. They said when I was big like them; I'd see him as a sham. So there I was, a child of six, afraid of what I'd see. If it was my dad and not Santa, what would that do to me? Softly down the steps I crept, like a shadow in the gloom. I had to peek around the corner and see who was in the room. Before me stood a fat man, all dressed in red and white. His belly looked like a bowl of jelly, giggling by candlelight. With a pipe in mouth he went to work, pulling presents from his bag. In his hands he held a box, on that box I saw a tag. He put that present underneath the tree and beside it added two more. But upon those two, he place some coal and I laughed for he knew the score. He then turned his bearded face to me, winked and nodded his head. "Time for children to be asleep," he said. So off I went to bed." Once in bed I fell fast asleep and dreamt of my Christmas Eve. For I now knew, Santa does exist, you only need believe.