Santa This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   "A fantasy inside my head"

My best of friends had mockingly said.

But I knew in my heart, the child I be

That Santa indeed was no fantasy.

On Christmas morning, they rise from sleep,

To see their presents in a heap.

I'm often wrong, but I know to be true

Dreams don't pile presents

Under the tree two-by-two.

"An imaginative figure" they called my old friend,

But I know Santa's beard

Isn't any old trend.

He's there in my heart,

And that's where he'll stay

That's where he belongs

I'll love him, come what may.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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