Maybe Christmas means a little less
Each year as the enchantment wears away.
Remember that one key to happiness
Remains the joy one feels on Christmas Day.
Years of faith in Santa Claus became
Childhood's best encouragement to dream,
Having given fantasy a name
Real enough to seem to more than seem.
In memories of wonder, awe, and pleasure,
Sustained by celebrations every year,
There's a magic one might always treasure,
Making one's delight seem far more dear.
As childhood fades, let Christmas not fade, too,
So that its joy can still reside in you.