Tree’s are wrapped in lights
And we can see our exhales
With beanies on our heads
And boots on our feet
We hop from shop to shop
Because this time of the year
Things need to get bought
The kids impatiently wait
For a magical man to emerge from the sky
The grand childhood lie
Makes me wonder
What else can we hide?
Where are all of the lies?
If we can buy in to the man in the sky
Then where is the line?
It seems to be
So fine
So small
But we manufacturer joy
With toys
For a few kids to get
But they never forget
The grand lie they were told
Even when they get old
They know
That a magic was real
The magic was real. . .
And we all pretend that it isn’t a big deal
That we steal
The magic from them
And then
A sleight of hand happens
While the children are napping
We sneak in a new magical man in the sky
But this one can make it so we can be happy when we die . . .
We never have to say good-bye
Because someday we will have a giant reunion in the sky
We have believe with everything in our soul, though
We cannot doubt the magical man
Or we won’t get our presents
And if we aren’t grateful enough for him
Then we get put on the naughty list
Where we become an eternal burning coal
Yes, he promises this
And somedays I wonder
If anything magical still exists. . .
What’s a myth
And what’s legit?
Is life a dance of the two?
Is it a mix?
And does believing in it
Or not
Make any difference?
Either way
I still have to
Pay my rent.
CH 12/15/23
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