When I was but a baby
My parents told a tale;
I listened, and just maybe,
There was a holy grail.
They said as I was sleeping
Upon a Christmas eve,
A gentleman came creeping
To children who believe.
When I was but a mite
My uncle said it\'s so,
When you close your eyes tonight
To a magic place you\'ll go.
He said there would be treasures,
Riches to behold;
Toys and other pleasures
If you\'re as good as gold.
When I was but a child
My auntie promised me...
To let your dreams, my lad, run wild
A rainbow you will see.
But when I became older,
Asking how\'s and why\'s
My world appeared much colder...
I found that they were lies.
There was no guy named Santa
Flying with the stars;
It was just fabled banter,
There was no man from Mars.
Adult imagination
With myth and lore entwine:
Of fanciful creation ~
Ideas of theirs not mine.
Though now I\'m old and tinted grey
And all my elders gone;
I often plainly have to say
I miss them one by one.
I think about their stories ~
Resurrecting them anew;
I see those former glories...
After all were really true.
ASJ