The kids are still young enough to believe.

When do we stop believing, anyway?
Maybe more importantly, why?

There were no presents under the tree when they went to sleep.
There are now.

The stockings are stuffed.
The cookies and milk are gone.
Santa wrote a thank you note, in crayon.

There are boot prints in the snow and hoof prints too.
Think I'll tell them that reindeer are fine with Kentucky Bluegrass as a
snack.


They went to sleep pretty quickly.
But damn, I'm too excited to.

Even tho' Santa brings me nothing.
My gifts are already here.

I'm the richest man on earth.
Thank you Lord!
Thank you.

Please - bring peace on earth and goodwill to all.
Merry Christmas and God bless you all.