At her desk, Emma writes.
She is but eight years old
But she writes in earnest
A letter to Santa.

She shares her fears, her trouble
That the rumor is true:
That Santa isn't real,
That Christmas is a sham.

She knows not how to say
What ails her trusting heart.
So she merely requests
He prove his true nature.

At last she stills the pen
And stares at the paper
Dismayed, then horrified,
That there's no to address.

Slowly she shifts and stares
At cold grey clouds outside
And sighs her misfortune,
And mourns her innocence.

October 9, 2013.