What if he wakes up, walks down the hall and peers over into the great room.
He’d clearly see us, even in the fog of sleep,
Our hands busy with the push and pull of packages
It would destroy him. How could we explain?
All the years of lying
You’re right. Don't think about it. It seems unnatural to act
He will find out eventually, you know.
They always do. I hear they even take it pretty well
when the time comes.
In the daylight we too will act surprised
and with a old resolve, we’ll keep up the lies.