What Do I Believe Poem by Jim Yerman

She crawled into my lap...her lips were quivering...
there were teardrops in her eyes
"Some kids say they don't believe in Santa...
they say it's all a pack of lies."

She looked at me with those innocent eyes...
that snowy Christmas Eve...
and asked me quite directly...
"Daddy! What do you believe? "

"Oh, I believe in Santa." I answered,
"As sure as I believe in you.
I believe in miracles and Karma
I believe fairy tales do come true."

"I believe in love and friendship.
I believe in kindness and family.
I believe in ghosts and fairies and angels
I believe in wonder and destiny."

"I believe a higher power created the planets...
the stars, the sky, the sun.
I believe in the spirit of love
I believe there's good in everyone."

"I believe we should listen to the animals
I believe there's magic in moonbeams
I believe that art is all around us
I believe there's beauty in your dreams..."

"As I looked down she was sleeping in my arms
which gave me some relief.
What do I believe? I whispered...
I believe I'm blessed...beyond belief."