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I feel quite sad when my grandchildren open their Christmas gifts. Of course they're excited, of course they're grateful. But, with us, it was a once-a-year time of indulgence, and so it was particularly magical. As I was writing this poem I could feel the hairs standing up on the back of my neck!
GIFTS
Do you recall a time when gifts were little things and cheap?
How Santa travelled light and saw you lying there asleep?
How a stocking was a stocking and it didn't weigh a tonne
And an orange in the toe was quite a prize that would be won?
How you woke up very early and sat up in your bed
With a thousand dreams of avarice circling in your head?
And how, in morning darkness, you felt that awkward bulge,
Which, in the coming daylight, something magic would divulge?
It might be a tiny dolly in a little knitted dress!
Oh that would bring the ultimate in childish happiness!
It might be a book of stories, just a tiny little book!
You couldn't wait for daylight! You just had to have a look!
You scrabbled round in darkness; the shape was hard, not soft,
Then guiltily you felt inside and held your gift aloft.
By feeling and by squinting you made your present out!
Why! Santa had excelled himself this year without a doubt!
It was a game of 'Tiddlywinks!' to play on Christmas Day!
You could practise in the morning! Mollee, too, could play!
Then you silently replaced the gift exactly as before,
And pretended to be fast asleep! Maybe you tried a snore!
A boxed game and an orange! Christmas promised bliss!
Do little children of today ever experience this?
5 comments:
That's lovely.
You're right to wonder whether children have that same experience that we did. They seem to get so much nowadays. My children got more than we did and my daughter tells me she wants her children to feel the way she did on Christmas morning.
I have to say I don't think they did get as much but her memory is that they had lots of presents. Who am I to argue!
Dear Brenda ~~ Christmas and the
presents kids expect (and get) has
changed so much over the years.
Your poem is a good one.
Thanks for your visit and comments and glad you had a good laugh, and some inspiration for your poetry.
Take care, my friend. Love, Merle.
I agree that children get much too much these days.
I came from quite comfortably off family but my parents would not have dreampt of buying us more than one present.
Have you ever read Truman Capote's "Christmas Memory"
Such a lovely short story abour growing up in the American south as a poor relation. Long before the too many present syndrome kicked in.
This was a nice poem. You do such a great job! I am always amazed.
I think it's all to do with the chimneys. There are no chimneys these days and Santa isn't able to make the children happy as before.
I studied in a Christian school and used to love the "Jingle bells song.... Dashing thro' the snow..."
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