Christmas Day
I remember so well that Christmas date.
The year that things changed - I had just turned eight.
I was no longer a child in my view,
And I hoped Santa had seen that, too.
The time for toys and candy had now passed.
I was learnin' to rope and ride at last -
Hopin' an prayin' for things I could use
Instead of new socks and prob'ly some shoes.
I stood there awhile in front of the tree,
And wondered this year how Santa saw me.
My hands shook as I reached for the first one -
This gift would tell if Christmas would be fun,
Or if it would be just another year
Of playing with toys and hearing reindeer.
I tore the paper while toys I feared -
And to my relief a jackknife appeared!
I had come of age - I could handle knives!
Santa knew I was through with children's lives.
I recall so well that year I was eight.
I was a cowboy and I couldn't wait.
December, 2016
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