I believe in Santa Claus
But there was a time
I thought I had grow too old
For such a childish rhyme
He became a dream to me
‘Till one Christmas night
Someone stood beside my bed
With a beard of white
“So you’re too old for Santa Claus,”
He said with a smile
“Then you’re too old for all the things that make a life worthwhile,”
“For what is happiness but dreams, and do they all come true?”
“Look at me, and tell me son,”
“What is real to you?”