December 24, 2012
The year we gave in to Santa Claus
We said we wouldn’t do Santa
and all that
but it’s like a drug
your joy
so we lie with gusto
and you didn’t tear the presents open
like we thought you would
tossing the gifts like carcasses
you peeled the wrapping paper off
inch by inch
making tidy piles of tissue on the carpet
like the skin shed off a red snake
later when I gave you some dental floss
you turned to me and said
oh I love it
and I realized
while I was watching you
for signs of greed
you were watching us
and our polite dance
of gratitude.
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I love the genuine delight of little children.
ReplyAmber
Dec 25, 2012