My Childhood Christmas

The folded corners and wrinkled pages of catalogs that were tattered and ripped From the first of October until late in December we drooled, we fawned, we lusted, we swooned and giggled mutilating each page until the pictures faded. Sears and Roebuck, Monkey Wards JC Penny’s, Macy’s, Mattingly’s, K-mart. Our wish list grew long more than one sheet could hold tears welled up with each toy crossed out. Until the list was whittle down Though the likelihood of getting any was nill. But still That’s why we called it the book of wishes. If wants and wishes were hugs and kisses There would be no need to thumb through the pictures and dream. Perhaps imagination was the best Christmas gift