By Angel
Date: 30 May 1999

believing

I remember when I was eight years-old
aglow with wonderous thoughts of santa
and everything that believing in him would bring:
candy, toys and even the sheer joy of just believing,
knowing deep down that he really didn't exist
but convincing myself to believe just the same
that I might not be denied the joy of his existence
so, I just believed
...as I believe in you.

Angel