"I am shivering, feverish..."
I am shivering, feverish,
on insensitive leather,
as my daughter’s mild gibberish,
as she’s reading her letter,
pleading Santa aloud,
while crouching next to me,
reaches me from the cloud,
and I smile in ecstasy.
And I see her eyes glistening
in a similar bliss.
“Are you sure he is listening?”
“Oh, I’m certain he is.”