A Christmas Memory
Twas a fortnight before Christmas
And my spidey senses were lit.
Knowing the bike I so wanted
Was to cost quite a bit.
Where my hope sprang eternal
But then I have to admit.
I wasn't too sure
If we were needy or rich.
So with a merry zip to my step,
I tended my chores.
In the hope a generous Santa
Would return like before.
So I tidied my bed
And straightened my drawers.
I cleaned all my windows
And swept dust from my floor.
I shoveled the walk
And made Father some tea.
With the hope a few Elves
Would deliver a bike Christmas Eve.
I became a boy generous and kind
Who was determined to be
Not the least bit unpleasant
But full of Yuletide glee.
Would doing my chores be enough
For the bike I desired?
Was there more I could do
Before my time would expire?
I pondered this thought
As I made the family a fire.
I could do better in school...
I could sing in the Church choir.
So Christmas Eve was upon me
And I went through my list.
Had I covered all the corners?
Was there something I missed?
Would I be rewarded Christmas morning?
Would there be some tragic twist?
Would there be presents and toys?
Would there be a bike in their midst?
So I went to my bed
With a trepidation quite fraught.
A good night's sleep would elude me
As I was consumed by the thought.
Would I be surprised in the morning
For the present I sought?
So I lay quiet and uneasy
With my stomach in knots.
My siblings shook me awake
And we flew down the stairs.
We went though a flurry of presents
As I looked behind the sofa and chair.
But there was nothing to see
And I became keenly aware...
My trials and burdens were for naught
As my bike was not there.
My mood turned grudgingly sour
As I pouted a bit.
But knew I was ruining our Christmas
So I decided to quit.
As the happy spirit of a family you love
Causes one to submit.
And I happily unwrapped
A new catcher's mitt.
I look back on this time
And I have to relate.
You would think the dreams of a child
Would have carried more weight.
But such are the lessons we learn
And such is our fate.
Knowing the good things in life
Come to all those who will wait.
So Merry Christmas to all
And let me be perfectly clear.
The special present you desire
May still show up next year.
But if you're not one to tempt fate
Then your Father's computer is near
And by downloading his browser...
You will harness the power of fear.
The End
*To those who may be interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's Your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day or so.
Copyright © David Mchattie | Year Posted 2020
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