Don't Ask. Don't Tell

There comes a time

You know it well,

When you want to ask,

But hope they won't tell.

In years gone by

You wrote your List

to Santa Claus.

He seldom missed.

But something's different

You ponder, alone,

"Should I send my list

from my IPHONE?"

You go to sleep,

perchance for dreams

of Christmas Past

While youth, it seems

Has passed you too

when Santa came

and reindeers flew.

The world has changed

But not your heart.

You want to believe!

A brand new start!

Once Mom and Dad

Told you stories true

of Jesus' birth

and Santa, too.

There's still time!

You need not ask

about how it worked

in Christmas Past.

Keep the dream alive

You know it well

If you don't ask,

then they won't tell.

F. Thomas Crowley, Jr.

12-16-10

Camden, Maine