August 18, 2019

Note from Santa

I’m sitting, watching shoppers with
Their yuletide kids in tow,
And thinking of a Christmas Eve
Some 30 years ago.

A simple one-room cabin on
A deep Montana lake,
A wild goose in the oven, and
Snow drifting, flake by flake.

Before the evening ended, we
Left cookies for Saint Nick,
And snuggled down together with
A stove-warmed bedtime brick.

We crawled out Christmas morning to
The wood fire’s flickering light,
And stared, astonished, at the gift
That Santa left last night.

For scrawled in charcoal on the wall,
These blackened words, forsooth:
“Believe in The Impossible,
For there, you’ll find The Truth.”

 

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