A Christmas Gift

A Christmas Gift P. G. Borgia Dec. 2011 © 2011 P. Borgia 1 An evening of peace, city streets now still, Snowflakes settle upon your window sill. Snuggled in your rocker, so pleased to see A day’s labor of wonder, trimming your tree. 2 Gleaming ornaments, lights sparkling bright, A shining star, a blessed sight. Toys piled high; your child will be thrilled, Ladened red stockings on the mantle filled. 3 Raising your glass to warm glowing embers: ‘Here’s to Santa, he always remembers.’ Grinning at the thought, your eyes gently close. Your work is finished; you start to doze. 4 Less than a wink, awakened by a tug, Your child excited, giving you a hug. “Look, look, Santa was here; Presents and toys everywhere.” 5 “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. 6 With a smiling peek at your child’s wide eyes, Each gift opened another surprise. A sense of warmth envelopes your being, Praising your Creator for what you are seeing. 7 Gift-wrappings and ribbons strewn here and there, You slowly move back to your rocking chair. Your child stops playing, gazing up at you: “Did Santa bring you a Christmas gift too?” 8 Drawing a smile with gleaming pride, Your little Precious moves to your side. Searching your thoughts, you simply stutter, Moments of silence, you begin to utter: 9 “Once upon a time, on a Christmas day, Santa brought presents on his reindeer sleigh. One special gift was a stocking of cheer; When gently I peeked in, my eyes did tear.” 10 “For inside I found a beautiful child , Eyes so cute and soft cheeks with a smile. Today I cuddle that Sweetness in my lap... Dreaming a child’s dream, enjoying a nap.”