Uh, Santa?

It was late one night, December twenty-four,
I’d just shut the fridge and creaked the hallway floor.
Stockings were hung, cocoa was warm,
But then I heard footsteps—wait, not the norm.
Tiptoed to the tree, trying not to breathe,
Peeked ’round the corner, barely dared to see…
There by the chimney, stuffing a snack—
Was a guy in red with a beard and a sack?!

Uh… Santa? Is that you?
You just dropped a cookie in your left boot shoe.
Uh… Santa? Why you talkin’ to the cat?
And did your sleigh just meow? What’s up with that?
I got questions, big and small…
Like why’s your beard held on by dental floss at all?
You say you’re Saint Nick, but I gotta ask—
Why’s your “reindeer” wearing a doggy sweater and mask?

He looked up slow with a sheepish grin,
Said, “Well, uh… you caught me—I’m not really him.”
Turns out it was Dad in a jolly disguise,
Trying to keep some Christmas surprise alive.

But just when he sighed and turned out the light,
A knock on the window gave both of us fright.
We peeked outside and what did we view?
A sleigh full of presents… and reindeer too!

The real deal waved, gave a chuckle and wink,
Dropped a gift from the sky faster than you’d think.
Then off he soared through the moonlit night—
And Dad just blinked, mouth open in fright.

Uh… Santa? So you are real?
And Dad’s just a helper on the late-night meal?
Uh… Santa! Thanks for the toys—
And for proving you’re real to the big and the boys.
You left magic in your track,
And a note that said: “Be kind, I’ll be back.”
Now every year I stay half awake,
Hoping to catch that sleigh in mid-break!

So if you hear boots or the clink of a bell,
Or your dad smells like cookies—well…
Just smile wide and say with glee:
“Uh… Santa? Is that you or just trying to be?”