This Christmas I am like a child
with merriment and glee;
I'm acting like an
although I'm sixty-three!
I feel excitement in my bones,
I haven't got a care;
my heart's as happy as a clown,
I must be nuts, I swear!
I skip and dance from dawn to
I sing and jump and run!
You'd think by night I would be
but no, I've just begun!
I don't know why I am this way,
but maybe it's because
I'm not grown up inside my head
and still believe in Santa
~Copyright © 1998 Ruth Gillis
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