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 baritone voice, 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 ski trail, 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