Where Santa really lives
Shh. Can you feel the magic? A poem and a memory.
So small, I came to Mama, crying. There’s no Santa, I wept,
Bonnie said, and Bonnie never lies and Mama whispered, shh,
can you feel the magic? When a child cries for losing Santa he
enters your heart, she whispered. And pressing my hand to
my heart she whispered. Here. Just like God lives there.