The tragedy of glee
Comes early in life
As you jovially prance
Reality stabs you like a knife
You all-too-soon learn
With tears and blood
Elation easily ends
With a grim, hard thud
Christmas’ magic
Of mirth and joy
Suddenly stopped in ‘67
For this 6 year old boy
Unwrapping my gifts
Eagerly, as children do
A toy accidently stepped upon
Suddenly altered the blissful mood
Anger turned in to rage
And rage in to pain
A child’s simple misstep
Became one of life’s unforgotten stains
You see, patience and love
Came with a heavy price
Materialistic holiday stress
Didn’t care about naughty or nice
Every now and then
As I stop…. and I pause
I reflect back to the time
This little boy learned
…..there’s no such thing as Santa Claus
Merry Christmas.
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