Secrets Do Not Always Last

They said to believe what I knew
So I would always rue
Whenever friends asked ‘’you still believed?’’
I could only ever say yes

Another year of Christmas all day I would make wishes
Hoping for the greatest present like the year was
We were oblivious to the adult world and to what they did
They hid in the forests of their lands as we wandered around cluelessly

It was the day I would receive the presents
The object, it was as if waves had crashed into ragged cliffs, sculpting new curves into a weary rock
It made noises that poets would make while they would make stories
It was elegant and graceful, my euphonium

My tutor then asked, ‘how much was it?’
She said to ask my dad, and it was raving mad
I did not expect Santa to be real
Nor it to be fake, yet certainly I was disappointed

My childhood, my dream was faded
It was like water falling helplessly down the hill as it cascaded
I was sad but what could I do
Secrets do not always last