'Asleep One Christmas Eve'
A crumpled red suit, white beard, polished boots,|
Tossed in the corner of oblivion to forget.
While fast asleep one Christmas eve,
Age, and changing times they slowly crept.
No wind-up toys or strings attached to kites,
'nor screams of excitement; these dreams I leave,
Meccano sets Tonka trucks and children playing on bikes.
Gone are the day's of dolls and prams,
Of wooden toys, most painted by hand.
Nintendo and Xbox; computers with wireless mouse.
No longer they wait 'til Christmas morn,
To open their gifts, beneath a tinselled tree.
All things must change with each new born,
Yet, Santa one day, may return to this house.
Then children once again will creep down these stairs,
To shake all those boxes in bright coloured paper.
A crying sound from one may emit, if it dares,
To open teary-eyes on this child even wider.
Main table's already dressed in a bleached white damask,
With eyes closed tight, these hours of nervous wait,
Excitements intrusion on sleep; while children dream for what they've asked.
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