Believe or not believe, that's the question

I'm sorry but I don't believe in Santa Claus...

I'm sorry but I don't believe in a certain kind of hope...

I'm sorry but I can't believe in lies, in people who entered in my life and insisted to show me that two and two it's five. Since the beginning I knew the result, and it is always 4.

Why should I believe and play the jerk? If I did that, should I be a better person? Should I suffer the most part of time to have a few moments of joy? I don't think so.

And the life goes on, searching for better days, better moments with better people.

Anyway, I still believe and I still have the hope that one day (maybe next year!!) I'll find Santa Claus in the skin of a regular man, with a regular life but, inside of him, with the gift of strength and goodness of a new born child.

Anyway, I know that out there Hope is expecting me and I will be blessed with the happiness I deserve...