Yeah the years go by fast...................far too quickly they fly

A young lady runs out at the crack of dawn
and runs through the snow with her slippers on
Oreo cookies are crumbled just so
and scattered against the pure white snow

Then she carefully makes a few tracks here and there
With frozen fingers and ice on her hair
She hasn't much time......she must get back inside
and pretend to be sleeping - her secret to hide

For there's 3 young ones who still believe
that when they close their eyes on Christmas Eve
something magical happens - it does every year
When Santa arrives with 8 tiny reindeer

But there's questions of late - and whispers at night
and a school friend said " no - it just isn't right "
" There's no Santa Claus - it's your parents " they say
" who buy all the presents for you Christmas day "

" Is it true Mom ? " - they ask - with a look of despair
with a sadness the young lady almost can't bear
She hugs them all closely and says " Angels of mine "
" when morning comes you must look for a sign "

" Because I know he's real but it seems you need proof
so tomorrow morning you must look for the truth
Believing in something - well that's something you choose
but if you look with your heart - there will always be clues "

She hears them stirring !  The clock has struck five
The moment of truth has finally arrived !
It worked !  They come jumping onto the bed
With kisses and giggles for what lay ahead

Mommy wake up !  Santa was here !
We saw the tracks of all the reindeer !
And they did it again Mom - we TOLD you so
The reindeer left poop all over the snow !

That was the last year that " Santa " came by
They grow up so quickly - in the blink of an eye
But not a Christmas passes ( and it never gets old )
That that story - our story - doesn't get told

They laugh just as hard as they did way back when
They tell it to others and then laugh again
They fondly says " thanks " for that memory
But how could they know it was really for me?

That it was I who couldn't and wouldn't let go
That I needed that magic a bit longer and so
You do what you can and I did what I could
to 100 percent  make sure that it would
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Each Christmas morning at the crack of dawn
A middle aged woman remembers years gone
She hurries downstairs - puts the kettle on
and grabs a few cookies....................
                                                           to throw on the lawn.

She leans on the door - looks up at the sky
Yeah the years go by fast
far too quickly they fly.

Hugs,
Kisses
That middle aged lady
( who was just as crazy then as I am now )
XOXO

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