Santa Came

There’s no tree

There were no Christmas lights in the house anyway

There were no lights at all

It’s darker than most mornings

She looks out the window

So much fog

There’s no presents under the tree

There’s no tree

Or presents

But Santa must have come by

She’s too old to believe Santa exists

But she wants to write her own life

She can do that

She can have that

There’s no star at the top of the tree

She draws a star on the window glass

She smiles to her self

Santa came

There’s presents you can’t touch

She feels it in her chest

Hope

Santa came