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“A Christmas Gift”
By: P. G. Borgia

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An evening of peace, city streets still,
Snowflakes settle upon your windowsill.
Snuggled in your rocker, pleased to see
A day’s work of love, trimming your tree.

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Fragrance of pine and lights pulsing bright, 
Shining stars lighting a joyful night,
Red stockings hung with hidden treasure,
Toys piled high for a child’s pleasure.

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Raising your glass to warm, glowing embers:
Here’s to Santa—he always remembers. 
Your work complete, you begin to doze;
Grinning at the thought, teary eyes gently close.

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With silence deep and wavering thoughts
Of times in your life happiness brought,
You hear again that solemn voice—
Lifeless emotion—dry cheeks now moist.

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You stir with unease, deep in a maze
Though mercy is brief in nature’s short daze.
You drift into dreams of yesterday’s glee,
Seeking—a child’s voice, sadness-free. 

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Less than a wink, awakened by a tug,
Your child excited, giving you a hug:
“Look, look! Santa was here;
Presents and toys everywhere.”
	
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“Can we open them now? Can we please?” 
“If I get one more hug,” you playfully tease
Another big hug, a sweet bribe for sure,
Moving hand-in-hand to gifts on the floor.

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With a smiling peek at your child’s wide eyes,
Each present opened, another surprise.
Praising your Creator for what you are seeing,
A sense of warmth envelopes your being.

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Gift wrap and ribbons scattered everywhere,
You quietly return to your rocking chair. 
Your child stops playing, gazing up at you:
“Did Santa bring you a Christmas gift too?”

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Drawing a smile with gleaming pride,
Your little angel moves to your side. 
Searching your thoughts, as your lips quiver,
Moments of silence, memories flutter.


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“Once upon a time, not so far away,
Santa brought presents on his reindeer sleigh.
One special gift was a stocking of cheer,
When gently I peeked; my eyes did tear.”

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"For inside there you were, my beautiful babe,
A silent night of joy, pure love we save.
Now in my arms, my gift softly sleeps,
Dreaming a child’s dream, in stillness deep…

“To you, to us, and to those we've loved:
A BLESSED and MERRY CHRISTMAS” 

© 2011 P. Borgia © rev 2024
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