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Believe - First published on the forums in 2005
These last few Christmas Eves have been pretty bad for me. I used to have a lot of people around me and plenty of children would stare up into the sky, wondering if they would hear the jingle of sleigh bells in the clouds. Those days are gone, though. The TV executives, in their wisdom, decided that kids donīt need to believe in me any more and through the magic of television, the adults felt the same.
In the last few years Iīve had nothing to do but sit here, watching the twinkling lights go out as kids everywhere waited for their consumer gifts from Hamleys, Toys R Us and other leading stores. Donīt get me wrong, the parents did most of the leg work in the past too, but I always made the effort to show up at the houses and sprinkle that magic over the gifts, otherwise whatīs the point? Kids used to wake up and open their toys with shiny faces, wide at mouth, no matter what they found under the bright coloured paper.
Now itīs all gone downhill. Once they stopped believing in me, I lost everything. It was only the power of belief that kept it all going, like clockwork in the mind. I lost the elves, which I could cope with, I started all this alone anyway, but the reindeer? How I miss them. Now Iīm simply a nomad, wondering the stars with no home and no purpose. And so it comes around to Christmas Eve again and here I am, just watching the world.
But wait. As I sit musing my fate, a light shines in the window of a small village. Just a small light, but one that sets my heart beating wildly. Could it be? No... I look closer.
A small boy sits at his window side. Heīs looking up to the stars and sighing. I recognise him, his name comes magically to mind. 'Jamie'. Somehow I realise that heīs waiting for those bells, for the clouds to part and a sleigh to come down from the sky. Heīs saying something too.
"Santa. I know you can hear me. I saw your picture in a book at school and even if the other kids do laugh at me, I DO believe in you. Mary does too, she says that tonight we might even see you coming down from the sky. Please Santa, can I see you?"
My heart lights up with a thousand fireworks. Iīm needed. I almost trip over my own feet running to prepare the sleigh. "Well Santa," I say to the sky, "Someone does believe." As I set off through the cold winterīs night, I spy more lights coming on and faces at windows. This year I wonīt be alone wondering the stars after all. Iīll give them a Christmas to treasure.
These last few Christmas Eves have been pretty bad for me. I used to have a lot of people around me and plenty of children would stare up into the sky, wondering if they would hear the jingle of sleigh bells in the clouds. Those days are gone, though. The TV executives, in their wisdom, decided that kids donīt need to believe in me any more and through the magic of television, the adults felt the same.
In the last few years Iīve had nothing to do but sit here, watching the twinkling lights go out as kids everywhere waited for their consumer gifts from Hamleys, Toys R Us and other leading stores. Donīt get me wrong, the parents did most of the leg work in the past too, but I always made the effort to show up at the houses and sprinkle that magic over the gifts, otherwise whatīs the point? Kids used to wake up and open their toys with shiny faces, wide at mouth, no matter what they found under the bright coloured paper.
Now itīs all gone downhill. Once they stopped believing in me, I lost everything. It was only the power of belief that kept it all going, like clockwork in the mind. I lost the elves, which I could cope with, I started all this alone anyway, but the reindeer? How I miss them. Now Iīm simply a nomad, wondering the stars with no home and no purpose. And so it comes around to Christmas Eve again and here I am, just watching the world.
But wait. As I sit musing my fate, a light shines in the window of a small village. Just a small light, but one that sets my heart beating wildly. Could it be? No... I look closer.
A small boy sits at his window side. Heīs looking up to the stars and sighing. I recognise him, his name comes magically to mind. 'Jamie'. Somehow I realise that heīs waiting for those bells, for the clouds to part and a sleigh to come down from the sky. Heīs saying something too.
"Santa. I know you can hear me. I saw your picture in a book at school and even if the other kids do laugh at me, I DO believe in you. Mary does too, she says that tonight we might even see you coming down from the sky. Please Santa, can I see you?"
My heart lights up with a thousand fireworks. Iīm needed. I almost trip over my own feet running to prepare the sleigh. "Well Santa," I say to the sky, "Someone does believe." As I set off through the cold winterīs night, I spy more lights coming on and faces at windows. This year I wonīt be alone wondering the stars after all. Iīll give them a Christmas to treasure.
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Believe - First published on the forums in 2005
These last few Christmas Eves have been pretty bad for me. I used to have a lot of people around me and plenty of children would stare up into the sky, wondering if they would hear the jingle of sleigh bells in the clouds. Those days are gone, though. The TV executives, in their wisdom, decided that kids donīt need to believe in me any more and through the magic of television, the adults felt the same.
In the last few years Iīve had nothing to do but sit here, watching the twinkling lights go out as kids everywhere waited for their consumer gifts from Hamleys, Toys R Us and other leading stores. Donīt get me wrong, the parents did most of the leg work in the past too, but I always made the effort to show up at the houses and sprinkle that magic over the gifts, otherwise whatīs the point? Kids used to wake up and open their toys with shiny faces, wide at mouth, no matter what they found under the bright coloured paper.
Now itīs all gone downhill. Once they stopped believing in me, I lost everything. It was only the power of belief that kept it all going, like clockwork in the mind. I lost the elves, which I could cope with, I started all this alone anyway, but the reindeer? How I miss them. Now Iīm simply a nomad, wondering the stars with no home and no purpose. And so it comes around to Christmas Eve again and here I am, just watching the world.
But wait. As I sit musing my fate, a light shines in the window of a small village. Just a small light, but one that sets my heart beating wildly. Could it be? No... I look closer.
A small boy sits at his window side. Heīs looking up to the stars and sighing. I recognise him, his name comes magically to mind. 'Jamie'. Somehow I realise that heīs waiting for those bells, for the clouds to part and a sleigh to come down from the sky. Heīs saying something too.
"Santa. I know you can hear me. I saw your picture in a book at school and even if the other kids do laugh at me, I DO believe in you. Mary does too, she says that tonight we might even see you coming down from the sky. Please Santa, can I see you?"
My heart lights up with a thousand fireworks. Iīm needed. I almost trip over my own feet running to prepare the sleigh. "Well Santa," I say to the sky, "Someone does believe." As I set off through the cold winterīs night, I spy more lights coming on and faces at windows. This year I wonīt be alone wondering the stars after all. Iīll give them a Christmas to treasure.
These last few Christmas Eves have been pretty bad for me. I used to have a lot of people around me and plenty of children would stare up into the sky, wondering if they would hear the jingle of sleigh bells in the clouds. Those days are gone, though. The TV executives, in their wisdom, decided that kids donīt need to believe in me any more and through the magic of television, the adults felt the same.
In the last few years Iīve had nothing to do but sit here, watching the twinkling lights go out as kids everywhere waited for their consumer gifts from Hamleys, Toys R Us and other leading stores. Donīt get me wrong, the parents did most of the leg work in the past too, but I always made the effort to show up at the houses and sprinkle that magic over the gifts, otherwise whatīs the point? Kids used to wake up and open their toys with shiny faces, wide at mouth, no matter what they found under the bright coloured paper.
Now itīs all gone downhill. Once they stopped believing in me, I lost everything. It was only the power of belief that kept it all going, like clockwork in the mind. I lost the elves, which I could cope with, I started all this alone anyway, but the reindeer? How I miss them. Now Iīm simply a nomad, wondering the stars with no home and no purpose. And so it comes around to Christmas Eve again and here I am, just watching the world.
But wait. As I sit musing my fate, a light shines in the window of a small village. Just a small light, but one that sets my heart beating wildly. Could it be? No... I look closer.
A small boy sits at his window side. Heīs looking up to the stars and sighing. I recognise him, his name comes magically to mind. 'Jamie'. Somehow I realise that heīs waiting for those bells, for the clouds to part and a sleigh to come down from the sky. Heīs saying something too.
"Santa. I know you can hear me. I saw your picture in a book at school and even if the other kids do laugh at me, I DO believe in you. Mary does too, she says that tonight we might even see you coming down from the sky. Please Santa, can I see you?"
My heart lights up with a thousand fireworks. Iīm needed. I almost trip over my own feet running to prepare the sleigh. "Well Santa," I say to the sky, "Someone does believe." As I set off through the cold winterīs night, I spy more lights coming on and faces at windows. This year I wonīt be alone wondering the stars after all. Iīll give them a Christmas to treasure.