Patti Masterman


Childhood's Christmas - Poem by Patti Masterman

Christmas opened childhood
Like heroes opened games,
And gifts were just the standard
For those with your same name.

Christmas ringed our childhood
Like hoodlums ring a fight,
And no one could believe it-
That Santa was a lie.

Christmas ended childhood,
That day we knew the truth:
We damned our own eye’s knowledge
Of wisdom's sorry proofs.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 30, 2010


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