Acceptance.

For trusting children everywhere

There always come that day

When logic compels them to

Put all fairy tales away.

Sad it is, I must admit,

When they accept the truth

That no generous fairy

Rewards each missing tooth.

No Easter Bunny hops along

On fat, white, furry legs

With an incongruous treasure

Of pastel candy eggs.

And, alas, must come that Christmas

When suddenly they see

That Santa Claus and reindeers

Just simply cannot be.

"Bringing toys to children everywhere

On a single tiny sleigh."

Is absurdly impossible

In every single way.

Yes, it's true, all children

Will soon discard themselves

All belief in fairies,

Goblins, ghosts and elves.

Yet while giving up all fantasies

Without another nod.

For reasons inexplicable

Most still believe in god.