Oh at what age,
do you tell a child?
How tempestuous,
How vile,
How temporary.
this world is.
At what point is innocence
to be left behind?
Too early or too late,
Either way you can’t be right.
So should I tell her that monsters are real
But Santa Clause is a lie,
“That jolly man you love is just a lie.”
Or will I stand straight-faced.
Or ever really be sure,
that there are no monsters under her bed.
I think I will wait one more day.
“There are no such thing monsters, sweetie.”
“Now go back to sleep or Santa won’t come.”
Terence McGovern ‘05
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