Notes About The Poem
At two years old, all I wanted was a big red tricycle for Christmas. Times were very hard for us back then, my dad didn't make much money and with four kids to feed all we had was cornbread and buttermilk for meals. Dad didn't get me my trike since we had no money. He went to the owner of the store and begged him to open up and offered to make payments on the $16 trike. The owner agreed and dad brought the trike home and said he found it on the front porch where Santa left it.
Hung My Christmas Sock
Hung my Christmas sock
Darned neatly for the mantel
So Santa could leave
Nuts, fruit maybe peppermint
Winter often harshly cold
Never wanted much
Just a big red tricycle
To ride my sister
Around on the long front porch
Red tricycle was missing
Dad quickly vanished
Had owner to open store
On Christmas morning
Santa left it on front porch
Could not stuff into stocking
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
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