These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Return to Christmas in the 60s

The days were sweet and childlike then
when with our Peek-a-Poo a mall
would be a place to stop and win
a shopping trip for one and all.

The hill was filled snow to ride
in my own saucer sled so fast.
The end was safe, but could have died,
so on that hill that trip was last.

The cozy room was warm and sweet.
The snow outside climbed up our wall.
Then Christmas was a wondrous treat,
except when sidewalks made me fall.

I knew, that Santa Claus would come.
I'd seen the presents all before.
The toy-played moments, joyful some,
but sadness came when gifts were o'er.

The wondrous tree of lights and smells
brought hope to these long darkened days.
The ornaments of balls and bells
were treasured all our holidays.

by Jay O’Toole
on September 7th, 2024