A Dismal Christmas
It was December, 1956 and Christmas was approaching
Mama was in the hospital and would be until the New Year
While we were visiting, she said to my brother Jim and me
“Your Santa presents are in the top of my closet. I am so
Sorry I won’t be there on Christmas morning, but Santa
Will come, just as he always does.
Jim and I shuffled our feet and looked at the floor.
We fought hard to keep the tears from flowing down our
Cheeks, but we were also a bit embarrassed, for we had
Been playing with our “Santa presents” for several weeks,
But we knew we mustn’t let our Mama know.
It was going to be a dismal Christmas in more ways than one
But it became one of the most memorable moments in my life.
SEVENTH PLACE WINNER
written September 20, 2021
especially for "A Lovely Memory" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Copyright © L MILTON HANKINS | Year Posted 2021
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