About four years ago
On Christmas Eve
Something visited me in my sleep
I don’t know if it was real or not
Maybe it’ll come back
I went to bed that night
Eager for the morning
Presents under the tree
Waiting to be opened
A little too quiet
Fast asleep
No dreaming
I woke up at two
My door lay open
Looked in the mirror
There it was
A shadow of a figure
Standing in the doorway
Watching me closely
Fear ran through my body
Skin turned cold and sweaty
Run, hide, freeze
I was trapped
Sitting in bed
Staring at the doorway
Staring at it
I finally unfroze
Hid under the covers
Shaking
Thinking I shall die
I waited awhile
Long enough I could peek
I looked to the doorway
Through the mirror
It was gone
The hallway empty
By a miracle I fell back asleep
And woke the next morning
Memory of it fresh in my mind
I tried to make sense of it all
Who was that
What was it
I told myself it was Santa
Made it fun
I told my class it was Santa
Made it real
For years it was this
Made it true
Now I look back
Was it real
What was it
Santa’s not real
Will it be back
Will then be my last
I wait for it to come
And I won’t be ready
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