I believed in a rosy cheeked, white bearded Santa Claus being the emblem of Christmas cheer with his gut busting ** ** **- Jollily delivering gifts and hope to those who trusted him and his eight reindeer to travel throughout the night, guided by nothing but the stars.
I believed in fairies and leprechauns being beckoned by the moonlight to foolishly mishmash my bedroom Leaving a trail of multicolored dust to a gift that had been placed in a beam of moonlight the night before.
I believed in beautiful Princesses being locked away in towers surrounded by fire filled, demonic forests As their Princes would gallop through the chaos on a stallion, slashing the evil with swords, rescuing the Princesses from their corrupt past.
I believed in a lot of things That unfortunately aren't true
Now I believe in monsters that walk the Earth in human form, who make you feel safe with their glistening eyes, charming smiles, and tight hugs.
Now I believe in heartbreak so excruciating that it feels as if your ***** was a nuclear bomb just waiting to obliterate your body making your chest collapse into your sternum causing paralysis
Now I believe in no forms of magic aside from what I used to read in fairy tales long before I damaged my devotion and became tainted by the bitterness of reality.