Santa Is Coming
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Christmas Eve- nineteen forty-three-
I am only four years old.
Christmas Eve! Santa is coming!
The fresh-cut tree glistens with bubble lights,
real tinsel, pretty glass balls- not much else.
Mommy tells me Santa is coming
to visit me- I was so very good all year!
He is making a special trip- and
tonight, before I go to bed, he will be here!
My heart is so happy! Santa- coming to
see me, and my baby brother!
I am in my bedroom- putting slippers on.
From my room, I see the door, ajar
at my parent’s bedroom across the hall.
My uncle is there! My Mommy and Daddy too.
I didn’t see him come to our house!
He puts on bright, red clothing with white fur-
white hair and beard, black belt, boots, red cap.
Santa is coming? Now, I sadly know-
he really is not here. My heart sinks.
I was only four- but I remembered
this sadness that crushed my heart.
Mommy and Daddy were so happy for me.
That day, and for many years,
I played their game- Santa is coming.
November 23, 2014
Premiere Contest: Story From Your Childhood
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014
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