The girl in the nightie had woke with a start.
Heard bells ringing.
Outside the window beside her bed.
An ornate sleigh.
A tubby chap astride.
Not a reindeer in sight.
Made her wonder what she saw.
The young girl, all ablaze with awe.
It was Christmas eve.
She thought mother deceived her.
When she told her Santa wasn't true.
Mother let her down, you see.
Told her fibs.
Never knew why.
Mother said he wasn't real.
She saw him with her shiny eyes.
Told  her mother that he wasn't lies.
She'd him with her very own eyes.
Presents piled around the tree.
Mother cuddled father tight.
She remembered what she saw that night.
Carried throughout the rest of her life.
Recounted the tale to her own children.
Who in turn told theirs.
Their faces glow with pure delight, year after year.
The Christmas scene will live eternally in purest hearts and honest minds.
(c)LIVVI