Short Christmas Magic Poem

by Jimmy
(Dallas, GA, USA)

When it comes to Christmas my wife says I am worse than our children. Yes ... I have been known to peek in the attic and rummage through the closets "looking for my hammer." She doesn’t buy it. But I can’t help it. Christmas brings out the kid in me.

I remember the Christmas I was 10 years old. That Christmas Eve it was torture trying to sleep. I tossed and turned and tried counting sheep. But those darn sugar plums kept popping up and the sheep were replaced with everything I had asked for that year. I finally drifted off with Christmas morning on my mind.

I awoke early while everyone else was still asleep. Now, we had a rule for Christmas morning: everyone would get up as a family and go to see what Santa had left. I knew this rule well ... and it was killing me!

But I had dreamed big this year, and asked for a 2-seater go kart, the Green Machine. It was lime green with black seats, sleek and built for speed. I just knew it was in there ... calling, beckoning me.

I couldn’t take it any longer, I eased out of bed. It was 6:30 a.m. Should I wake them? No, I’ll just take a peek.

I peered around the corner and caught a glimpse of something shiny, metallic. I was sure I could make out 4 round objects that looked like tires. My heart raced like it would burst from my chest! Dare I turn on the lights?

I dared!

It was a glorious sight. In the middle of the living room was my Green Machine in all its splendor. I ran to it, fell into the seat and just sat there. I stroked the steering wheel like it was a pet that returned home after being lost.

I looked up and saw my father standing in the doorway with his arm around my mother. They were smiling at me, and I believe I saw a tear in Dad’s eye.

Today I have 5 children of my own. I think I have that same feeling that Dad did that Christmas morning when he saw me euphoric over my go kart. The expressions on my children’s faces remind me of that same sense of Christmas magic.

Call me nostalgic or sentimental but I watch "It’s a Wonderful Life" every year with my family, and I still tear up at the end. I refer to one of my favorite Christmas songs, "Why Can’t Every Day Be Like Christmas," and say, "Yes ... why not?"

Short Christmas Magic Poem

Snow is falling, there’s a chill in the air,
the feeling of Christmas is everywhere.
Garland and mistletoe over the door,
Christmas is here, we’re waiting no more!

Trimming the tree and decking the halls
with bright colored lights and shiny red balls.
Hustle and bustle out on the street,
warm yuletide greetings to all that we meet.

These are the things that make Christmas for me:
peace on earth and the nativity.
What more can I say 'bout this time of year?
"Merry Christmas to all, and be of good cheer!"