The Christmas Birthday
Beneath the mistletoe I stand
Wishing for Santa to land,
Presently.
Under the tree sits a motion
to fix with a heartfelt notion,
Understanding.
However long it takes to stay
the house requests to play,
Lovingly.
St. Nick comes down tonight
with freedom in flight,
Effervescently.
Cookies on the fireplace,
With a smile on my face,
Hungry.
Hungry for warmth and love
Cherishing the Christmas dove,
Happiness.
He enters the room a glow,
With presents in tow,
Generous.
He places the presents down
Under the tree with a frown,
Displeased.
He sees me behind the couch,
He knows he’s no grouch,
Tenderly.
I say, “I’m sorry Santa!”
“Do you want a Fanta?”
Laughter.
He smiles at my angels,
As the ornaments dangle
Forever.
Decorated with joy,
He exclaims, “atta boy!”
Gleefully.
“I’m a girl!” I cry.
He says, “But Jesus flies!”
Pointing.
I turn to see him.
St. Nick still with a grin,
Miraculously.
“I’m here for a birthday hug!”
Jesus stands on the rug,
Ecstatically.
Jesus is the King
Ready to bring,
Salvation.
To me a gift of love,
A true act from above,
Gracefully.
“Happy birthday,” I whisper,
Curtsying on my slippers,
Kindly.
With a smile and nod
The night closes with fog,
Peacefully.
Copyright © Caitlin Pfeifer | Year Posted 2022
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