8. A Christmas Poem

A Magical Place
I would be about thirteen years old and this was Christmas with the twelve of us at home:

All in the living room
Happiness abounds
The rustling of the Christmas wrap
Are not the only sounds
The laughter and the tears; the screams of delight
As someone gets just what they want
And to their chest holds it tight
Everyone wants to see; some say slow down
The lights on the tree; tinsel strewn around
Little ones in awe; tearing at the wrap
Mom and Dad just sitting there; smiling at where it’s at.
Decisions are over, they did the best they can
To provide for all; don’t go overboard is the plan.
Oranges, nuts and candy, one piece of clothes
A puzzle, maybe a book, socks for our toes.
A game for the family, at the end we’d all look
For the envelope in the tree
Some money “to mom from dad”
But it was the looks of love
Exchanged with all the fun
The laughter, love and caring
Best presents I ever had.
December 2015

—Ellen Sagh

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