I Believe In Santa Claus

Of course I believe in him. I've believed in him since I was a little girl. I love the jolly old fat man. I still go and sit on his lap at the mall. And every Christmas Eve I remember to put out milk and cookies for him. And a carrot and some water for each reindeer. I guess it's kinda like a last minute attempt to make sure I avoid the naughty list.

One Christmas I decided that I wanted to meet Santa. So I stayed up at night waiting under my Christmas tree. Obviously I couldn't stay up all night and I fell asleep under our tree, with a blanket next to me. When I woke up, the blanket was on me, the presents were surrounding me and I had a stuffed toy of Santa that I was cuddling.