• Hold close the magic while it lasts
    Belief, to soon, dances out of grasp
    Memories of early mornings
    Presents topped with bows
    Rushing outside, to frolic in the snow
    Sitting up and waiting
    For a ‘Ho ho ho!’
    The sound of bells, of hoof beats
    Drifting from the roof
    When we were young
    And it was fun
    To try and find our proof
    Every year
    To hope to hear
    The Saint we’d come to know
    Sitting up and wishing
    Just once before he’d go
    We’d see him, from our hiding spots
    And then we could know.
    Belief flies to fast
    Hold close the magic
    Make it last
    Your chance to find your proof
    Just let it pass
    Sometimes it’s better to wonder
    Lest you age to fast.