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Sunday, December 25, 2022

George Anderson: A Christmas Poem

 


Christmas 1960

 

I am 5

waiting for Santa


pretending to sleep 

in my bed in the hall

 

I can hear mom & dad 

talking & occasionally laughing

in the kitchen

 

they have made an apple pie

for Santa. 

 

I fall asleep

& later stumble into the toilet

 

I go to hug mom

& in incredible disbelief, 

 

watch as dad 

spoons smilingly into his face

 

Santa’s pie.

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