"Christmases Of My Youth"

When I was but a mere child So many years ago, My brothers and I would wait excitedly For Christmas to come. We gave our lists to Mom and Dad, Hoping they would clue Santa in. We hoped that we were good all year, And prayed that Santa would come. Every day from the first of December, We would dream of the things we wanted. Our eyes were all aglow, With all the toys we saw in the store windows. I remember Mom baking cookies, So that Santa could have a snack. And when Christmas Eve arrived, Dad would set out a glass of milk. Just before we were sent to bed, Mom would hang our stockings on the mantle. She then tucked us into bed, And kissed us good night. Around the wee hours of the morning, I tiptoed downstairs. I was quiet as a mouse, So as not to awaken anyone. I looked around the corner, into the livingroom. And I saw sparkling lights, All around the Christmas tree. Below the Tree was a sight to see, All the presents lined up under there. Then I saw what Santa had brought for me, A doll and a game and much more. As I drew closer still, I gently touched my presents. A smile came onto my face, As I thought of the joy I would have. Then I turned to leave, And quietly went back to my bed. When the sun would finally rise, I would again be surprised. I did this every Christmas, Until I was some older. Mom and Dad never knew, What a little sneak I was. I never told my brothers, For I knew they would want to join me too. I could not risk that, Because they would be very noisy. Now I am beyond my prime, And I remember those years. Such a fun time it was, The Christmases of my youth. by Jann Newland (copyright - 2001)

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