Holiday rhyme about a child who wants to believe.
Happy Holidays to you!! |
CHRISTMAS CRUMBLES Written by Lisa Flanyak Sitting in front of the fireplace with hot soup in a bowl, a day full of sled riding has taken its toll. The tree all decked out and I watch the train go round, thoughts of what tomorrow would bring got my heart all wound. Yet something my brother said had my brain in a twist: “Ha! Ha! Ha! Santa Claus doesn’t exist!” I couldn't believe he was trying to stir up a fight, on Christmas eve of all nights! The workshop, the elves, and even the reindeer? The baking, the gatherings, all of that holiday cheer? It’s such a wonderful time, life couldn’t be merrier. But the idea of no Santy just couldn’t be scarier! Eyes become heavy and as I drift off to sleep, I whisper to myself a secret I’ll keep, "If ever I were to have a dream come true, it would be to receive a visit tonight from you." In the morning I woke to a shout from my pop: “You won’t believe what I found up at the chimney top!” In his shaky hands was a photo he took. We all gathered around to get a good look. By the look of the frown upon my brother's face, I knew in that moment he had been put in his place. There in the snow were hoofprints and sleigh tracks, and the crumbs of the cookies I had left as a snack! |