Remembering as a young child… many years ago
Lying awake... hopeful in my warm cozy bed
Listening to the quiet of the falling snow
Hearing soft footsteps…not a word was said
Peering through nearly closed lids… very still
Shadows visible … grasping sight intermittently
Hearing presents sliding with wishes to fulfill
Beneath the pine scented boughs… very faintly
With a quiver of excitement…I pretended
To slumber has the footsteps made their way
To my parent’s bedroom…where the sound ended
Not the rooftop…to an awaiting bell strung sleigh
12/8/08
Such fun memories of childhood Christmas. I never was taught to believe in Santa but I certainly did love the excitement and fun I shared with my brother. Delightful poem, Theresa. A '10! ' Best Wishes and Merry Christmas, Marilyn
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What a lovely, heartwarming write. Wishing you joy as we celebrate the birthday of the Child who made Christmas possible. Love, SandraX