Christmas Day

I knew he’d forget All I wanted this year was a bike, I even wrote Santa three letters so he wouldn’t forget. I ran to my sister’s room and woke her up, “Come on, let’s go see if he came.” “I hope Santa brought me my dolly.” She said as we saw wrapped gifts every where but nothing that looked like a bike. “I knew he’d forget.” I murmured. Mom and dad were already up. We opened our gifts and she got her doll. Santa remembered to bring her that stupid doll, but forgot the bike I wanted. I got socks, pajamas, a board game and a sweater from my aunt Edna, but no bike. I just knew he would forget. Dad collected the discarded paper in a plastic trash bag. “Did everyone have a nice Christmas?” My sister shouted, “Yes, Santa brought me my dolly.” “What about you Chris?” He asked. “Yeah it was fine.” “Why the long face son, did Santa not bring what you wanted?” “No, he didn’t bring the bike, I knew he’d forget.” “Santa has a lot going on this time of year, I’m sure it just slipped his mind.” “I’m sorry son but here, take this trash out to the garage and I’ll start the pancakes, sound good? He said as he winked at mom. “Yeah, real good,” I answered as I grabbed the bag grumbling, “I don’t want to take the stupid trash out to the stupid garage or eat any stupid pancakes. I can’t believe he forgot, I just knew he’d forget.” I opened the door and saw it, a big red bow sitting on top of…the bike and there was a note attached to the handlebars with a ribbon, it read, Chris, I’m sorry but it wouldn’t fit under the tree, so I put it out here. I hope that’s okay? It was signed, Santa. “Yes! It’s okay Santa!” I screamed happily. “I knew you wouldn’t forget.” Written for the Christmas Day poetry contest Sponsored by: Alexis Y