Vol. 1 Ch. 3 P. 23
I stopped believing in the Easter Bunny when I was six,
the Tooth Fairy when I was seven, and Santa Claus when I was eight.
But years have passed and here you are.
Suddenly, there are eggs in my basket, coins under my pillow,
and gifts underneath my tree.
the Tooth Fairy when I was seven, and Santa Claus when I was eight.
But years have passed and here you are.
Suddenly, there are eggs in my basket, coins under my pillow,
and gifts underneath my tree.
The Background Story 
Love. Love. Love.
I don’t know why my comment appeared anonymous – it was me! LOL 🙂
The Santas really come alive in this post if you look at them slightly sideways, sort of like viewing the Mona Lisa from the corner of the gallery in the Louvre. And your poem reminds me of the saying, “Well, you may not believe in God, but He sure does believe in YOU!” Easter Bunnies and Tooth Fairies and Santa Clauses and Great Pumpkins and Red-Nosed Reindeers are all excellent ways to imagine pure unconditional love that also happens to bring laughter in the sheer exuberant celebration of all the wonders of Creation shining out under the neverending love of our Heavenly Father!
That’s a great interpretation. 🙂
*Big Smile*
I love the feel-good factor in this post.
You are a true romantic at heart.
Happy Christmas
David
I never stopped believing!! – A lovely Christmas post!
Christine
Deep down in my cynical little heart, I don’t think I’ve ever stopped, too. 🙂