I Remember – Cherished Christmas Moments – A Poem for my Children
My children, when you were young, and believed in Santa Clause,
I remember being privy to your anticipation as you laid out biscuits and milk for Santa in the hopes of getting your respective wishes.
Oh, how I remember the many times you prayed and told Santa that you were good kids all year long—ahem…–and deserved what you were asking?
I remember seeing the awe in your faces as you ripped the Christmas wrapper that separated you from your heart’s desire.
I remember the question marks in your eyes as your brains almost imploded wondering whether Santa got you your wishes.
I remember when you got the tiniest glimpse, recognition set in, and your mouths formed the words, “Look what Father Christmas got me?”
Then, it was on to the next present….
I remember and cherish those memories of how in a split second an imaginary, pot-bellied, white beard man, dressed in a red and white suit could bring you such pleasure.