A Christmas Memory
We lived in the poorest projects
And I was only seven
And when Christmas time came around
I found myself praying
to heaven
That my Mom and Dad would reunite
Because they just couldn't get along
And it really made me sad
But I just carried on with a Christmas song
Christmas morning would come and I hoped
That my Dad would walk through that door
But it always ended up being Santa
Leaving the presents on our linoleum floor
And of course it brought great joy
For this boy at seven indeed
And who still believed in Santa
And all he would ever need
But still my mother was sad
And that made me sad as well
Because there was always a trickle in her eye
And that had told the tale
Now in thinking of those Christmas mornings
Till this day I realize and see
That my Mom despite my father's absence
Made sure there were presents under that tree
Rachel Ann Bovier
( Xmas Cards Welcomed )