In our minds, do they live, exist, only

In our dreams?

Gaze out into the night, beyond the

Stars, in the dark.

Remember, as a child, you would put

A tooth under your pillow,

As you slept, a fairy would visit and

Replace it with riches.

Mother Nature, we do not see as a

Mortal, but live within her,

She is known by all with the changing

Seasons of time.

As you drift off into slumber, it is he

Who watches over,

A man who possesses a dreaming

Sand for a believer.

Grants does he, the gift of love so

Fine from an arrow,

Only imagine this ghost, as he

Is forever cupid.

He’s as old as the universe, he’s

Of the beginning,

He knows of life, the name is

Father time.

A cold sort of spirit, he exists

From a myth,

When the freeze of night comes,

Lives, does Jack Frost.

Eggs in a basket, colored and

Decorated for a child,

Jelly beans and treats from

An Easter Bunny not seen.

Last but not least, A jolly

Old man with a beard so white,

He gives to the world on Christmas

Eve, Santa Claus. Keith Garrett