Do you Believe in Santa Claus

I remem­ber being a lit­tle lass
all those many years ago
dec­o­rat­ing the Christ­mas tree
and hang­ing up the mistle­toe

The sounds of bells takes me back
to a place of child­hood plea­sure
through the halls of time I go
with mem­o­ries I will always trea­sure

The smell of fresh baked gin­ger­bread
would waft all through­out the place
and the roast was in the oven
that would soon dis­ap­pear with­out a trace

Every­where was Christ­mas
with joy spread all around
dec­o­ra­tions and fes­tive lights
would adorn the whole down­town

Car­ol­ers would sing their songs
right out­side our gar­den gate
and I would stay up lis­ten­ing
until it became very late

We would wrap up all our presents
to give to our par­ents and our grans
we spent all year mak­ing them
with our very own pair of hands

Christ­mas eve was always spe­cial
I would lie awake all night
and lis­ten for the sleigh bells
and rein­deer to appear in sight

no mat­ter how I tried to stay awake
it hap­pened every sin­gle year
I would soon be sleep­ing very tight
and that sleigh I would nev­er hear

On Christ­mas morn­ing I would awak­en
and there down at the end of my bed
would be a sack full of gifts
that made up for miss­ing Santa’s sled

But then as I grew up old­er
and my life was touched by pain
I stopped believ­ing in the mag­ic
and Christ­mas became a strain

It became all about the mon­ey
com­mer­cial­ized a spe­cial thing
the gift that keeps on giv­ing
was the sound of a cash register’s ring

and then one day it hap­pened
I looked upon my children’s face
and saw the mag­ic mir­rored there
that was sprin­kled around the place

it was then my heart re opened
and San­ta Claus came back into my life
I was just as excit­ed as the kid­dies
the joy with­in my soul was rife

I’d for­got­ten all the mag­ic
of giv­ing laughs and smiles
and of sit­ting up on Santa’s knee
full of inno­cence and guile

I’d for­got­ten the gift of giv­ing
that was what it was all about
and see­ing hap­pi­ness in oth­ers
is the best thing, nev­er doubt

Do you believe in San­ta Claus
who comes around once a year
to spread the smiles and laugh­ter
and wipe away those tears

Do you believe in Christ­mas
the won­ders and the joy
the gold and sil­ver tin­sel
and par­ents act­ing very coy

The mag­ic that is Christ­mas
is very real you see
the love and warmth and hap­pi­ness
is what Christ­mas means to me

So look upon the chil­dren
at their inno­cence and fears
and build them up with hap­pi­ness
thats stretch­es on through­out the years.