The Santa Clause Effect

A child’s beliefs secured unseen,
From the words of omniscient adults.
Of course they’re wise, their experience keen,
The young oblivious to their faults.

Through those innocent eyes, all we trust,
Need not to debate their tale.
To disbelieve would seem unjust,
For no grown-up could possibly fail.

Grandma’s cooking was the best,
Grandpa’s jokes made us laugh.
A comforting mother without test,
Dad helped us create our path.

A hero uncle, a heroine aunt,
Playing with cousins all day.
Just one more hour, will you grant?
Exciting response of, “Yes you may.”

Tucked into bed forever you’re safe,
For bad happens to others.
With prayers be said, full of faith,
Shielding you with impenetrable covers.

Excitement shown for Santa comes tonight,
And for a tooth, cash be brought by a fairy.
Bunny eggs hidden, oh so bright,
A prince or princess we will marry.

Forever days, in a blink have vanished,
The young becomes all grown.
Fairy tale thinking will soon be banished,
An ugly reality shall be shown.

We learn that Santa doesn’t exist,
Yet faith should not be lost?
No bunny, no fairy, all easily dismissed,
Trust taken at such a high cost.

Grandpa passes, for time had caught him,
Grandma forgets the things she knew.
Tragedy, pain, the world be grim,
Parent promises, all too often, untrue.

Uncle arrested a hero he’s not,
Aunt’s heroine from is to on.
Life’s movie absorbs an alternative plot,
Happy endings are the ultimate con.

Now with children of our own,
We teach them what we’re taught,
Pass the lie for we condone,
Eventually, we too, get caught.

All age, get sick and eventually die,
No matter how much we fight,
Work hard to obtain our piece of the pie,
With guarantees, you have no right.

So grab your good, where you find,
Little things matter the most.
Use the ugly to remove the blind,
Before we become a ghost.

Rain hitting the roof or a first kiss,
Might strike you as your good.
A house, your child, a true love’s bliss,
Makes you feel the way you should.

Warm coffee, a trip, the perfect day,
Could satisfy your need.
To paint, to write, to mold the clay,
Could help you stop the bleed.

Though finding optimism can be a task,
Especially at hour eleven.
Anticipate Santa, too much to ask?
Like we did when we were seven.