Visions via Frosted Mirror
written by: Gerry Stefanson
weighty heart
of childhood
anticipation
Stockings, yeah that was where the magic lived.
lights were wonderful as so the parade down Main Street
school recitals everyone managed to attend a church thing
the year we “all” picked the tree big brother held me by my ankles
dunked me into a deep cardboard box, to grasp last of the ornaments
Bing sang us out as we rocked around the Christmas tree
the never-ending parade of aunts uncles cousins
well-wishers neighbours passers-by
they all left a little magic in our home
stacks of gifts some artfully wrapped by loving hands
fruit cakes baking dinner parties
sister brought baby and husband /brother brought a new wife
Yule Eve with dad’s crew then Christmas Day with mom’s horde each had the magic
boxing day ah! I opted to hang out alone as a kid, play with new things – yet savour the
day/season/everything/everyone as if I held the knowledge that it could all end
Stockings on Christmas morning – that’s where the magic lived – then spilled on us.
fairly fell to floor
with box inverted
last of waiting joy
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