Dear Santa,
Timmy says you’re fake
But me? I know you’re real.
I feel you in my heart, you see.
And thus, I know the deal.
But a man who lives with tiny elves
Obsessed with making toys
Is confusing to my growing brain.
I guess it brings you joy
To travel at the speed of light
And break into the houses
Of all the evil boys and girls
And stuff their socks with mouses.