"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.”