Santa’s costume became
the amusement for my children,
we all knew I was their father;
all dressed up in disguise.
And yet something made us smile.
Perhaps magic is the inspiration of
those who dream without limits.
They see the Xmas lights upon
a tree shinning like a firefly
in the dark array of the black
night under a moon glow.
The more we can encourage
our loved ones that imaginations
are the stepping stones to heaven,
we teach them about tomorrow.
Every time they see me in my
red suite with Rudolf
on his reins every kid instantly
knows what I mean to them.
Like a secret world where the
impossible reaches into the mind
of majestic make believe; and
who is to say it does not
David Holloway (c) 2011