I Know I Saw Him
As I stepped into the warmth of the rescue mission
lobby decorated with crimson and cream poinsettias,
I heard the homeless families excitedly thanking
what sounded like a jolly older fellow with a
then, a sudden soothing scent of peppermint
and nutmeg filled the air,
then, a momentary glimpse of a heavyset gent,
with a long curly white crown topped with a
velvet emerald and antique red stocking hat,
and a thick white beard resembling a snowy
dressed in a deep red garment with
faux ermine trim,
and holly accented black boots -
in one shake of what sounded like
many sleigh bells - he was gone.
I know I saw him,
St. Nick, also named, Santa Claus,
and all kind-hearted people
are his ambassadors.
In loving memory of every
decent and generous person
who have passed away, and
also first responders, who have
fallen and those who are still
in harm's way.
Written in November 2020
Old or New Christmas Poems contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Copyright © Regina Elliott | Year Posted 2020
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