Santa Said No

When growing up in my hometown, A white Christmas would have been rare. There might have been one or two, but I don't remember. I remember playing outside on Christmas day, but it was not snowing. There was always great anticipation and expectation as Christmas grew near. There were dolls, play guns, wagons, and trains. There were clothes, food, and shoes, but never what I wanted most. I remember asking, waiting and hoping, praying and looking. That sparkling red beauty was forever longed for but never came for Christmas to me nor to any of my siblings. I forgave Santa for continually saying, "No". Although I dismissed it and got over it eventually, I never forgot it. Within 2 years of leaving home, I bought my own. It was neither a Christmas present, nor a source of fun and games, but by then my beautiful new bicycle was my means of transportation to and from work. 112522PSCtest, Write A Christmas Poem. Constance La France. 2P Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2022