Who, Santa? Heavens, No! His feelings were hurt that my best friend didn't believe. I straightened her out very easily by lending her a pony from the North Pole.
She was, again, a believer. I hated to admit it but
All it takes is a little belief and magic...
Poof!
There was the pony.
Santa works in mysterious ways....
I reminded her,
A wink of an eye and turn of his head,
Soon, she knew she had nothing to dread....
Laying a finger aside his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But she heard him exclaim, ere they drove out of site -
Happy Christmas to all and to all a Good Night.
It wasn't until I had her learn the reindeer names that she finally believed
"Santa IS REAL. He is just not in sight."