Was working in cellar on a broken chair
when I had to turn around, I saw her there
my pretty little angel that I love very dear
and as I watched she did slowly draw near.

She seemed to hesitate with every pace
and had a sad look upon that lovely face.
She raised her head, looking me in the eye
“I have to talk to you, cause you never lie.”

I wondered what could bother one so fair
as I reached for the almost mended chair.
It was good except needing a binding rung,
“Why the sad face on one so very young?”

I sat in the chair and tested it would stand,
and then I held out to her my calloused hand.
She climbed up on my lap trusting it to hold
and I almost cried with the story that she told.

The kids at school were making fun of her today
and the cruel, vicious things that they did say.
Teasing her to tears that day, it was all because
she was still pure enough to believe in Santa Clause.

She looked up at me with those wanting eyes
she needed to know the truth, not a lot of lies.
I steeled my self to do what needed to be done
“Yes there is a Santa and I’ll prove it , little one.”

“Santa is a stranger that gives gifts to boys and girls’
he does not worry if their hair is straight or in curls.
he gives to them in hopes that it will bring them joy,
and expects not a thing in return from any girl or boy”

She agreed that my definition was true so I went on
“Remember the tree that has all the paper stars upon
that is in the stores at the mall when we shop up there?”
She shook her head in agreement and with a blank stare.

“Each of us take one and buy the gift that it does say.”
she answered me wondering why I brought it up this way.
“Do you know the child that will receive that gift you bought?
Is there any kind of reward from them that you have sought?”

“I know there is a Santa Clause, millions around you see
for everybody is one that returns a gift there to that ’star’ tree.
Know there are Santas make me as proud as  I can ever be,
for I have one right here with me, sitting on my own knee.”

“Perhaps those other children that teased you so today
just do not know who Santa really is and so it may stay
for there is nothing that you could ever say or ever do
that will get them to see the Santa that is alive and true.”

She smiled at me and laughing up the stairs she ran
like a mystic creature from lore, we all know as Pan.
Her head peeked back down the cellar still so very glad
and said”It is okay, it will be just our little secret Dad.”