A Christmas Gift
A Christmas Gift
P. G. Borgia
Dec. 2011
© 2011 P. Borgia
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An evening of peace, city streets now still,
Snowflakes settle upon your window sill.
Snuggled in your rocker, so pleased to see
A day’s labor of wonder, trimming your tree.
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Gleaming ornaments, lights sparkling bright,
A shining star, a blessed sight.
Toys piled high; your child will be thrilled,
Ladened red stockings on the mantle filled.
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Raising your glass to warm glowing embers:
‘Here’s to Santa, he always remembers.’
Grinning at the thought, your eyes gently close.
Your work is finished; you start to doze.
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Less than a wink, awakened by a tug,
Your child excited, giving you a hug.
“Look, look, Santa was here;
Presents and toys everywhere.”
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“Can we open them now? Can we please?”
“If I get one more hug.” you playfully tease.
Another big hug, a sweet bribe for sure,
Moving hand-in-hand to gifts on the floor.
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With a smiling peek at your child’s wide eyes,
Each gift opened another surprise.
A sense of warmth envelopes your being,
Praising your Creator for what you are seeing.
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Gift-wrappings and ribbons strewn here and there,
You slowly move back to your rocking chair.
Your child stops playing, gazing up at you:
“Did Santa bring you a Christmas gift too?”
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Drawing a smile with gleaming pride,
Your little Precious moves to your side.
Searching your thoughts, you simply stutter,
Moments of silence, you begin to utter:
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“Once upon a time, on a Christmas day,
Santa brought presents on his reindeer sleigh.
One special gift was a stocking of cheer;
When gently I peeked in, my eyes did tear.”
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“For inside I found a beautiful child ,
Eyes so cute and soft cheeks with a smile.
Today I cuddle that Sweetness in my lap...
Dreaming a child’s dream, enjoying a nap.”
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