Christmas Past

CHRISTMAS PAST If I could choose a Christmas, between present, future or past I would have to follow my instinct and be connected with the last My choice is pretty simple, for I have never known my dad The memories shared by others named him nothing but a great lad However, if I could return to a time on that glorious day In my youth, I would jump out of bed and in his arms I would lay We would watch the snow fall and drip over the tips of the trees And I would unwrap presents, constantly bound at his knees I would see my mother smile, like she did in pictures back then She would sit at the piano playing music and singing songs in the den We would all laugh and hug, displaying thoughts of cheer I would already have my list of wants going for next year My arms would wrap around his neck and he would give me a ride He would tickle me, then tell me, better take off, run and hide My mother would be yelling, “No running in the house!” I then would sneak up on him quiet as a mouse…. He would jump up so high, falling in laughter with me to the floor Teasing me, ruffling my hair, saying he loves me more Oh if things were different, and really could go back to that day My only wish on that list I started for next year, would be that he could stay. I love you daddy Dedicated to Richard Arlen Brunner 01-07-15