Away in the manger
Lies the baby who sleep
That made this day
And eventful treat
The year
2014
The baby no longer sleeps
He watches over the ones who sleep
Deep are they
In their dreams
But now their thoughts are as keen
On whose birthday it is
Because Santa creeps
Into the chimneys
And leaves a treat
He takes the cookies
And the milk
Whatever they left for him
His stomach bulging
And laughing
As he leaves what he promised he’d bring
It’s Christmas day
And we count down
Did someone Hanukah?
Someone frowns
What religion are you from?
It’s hard to say
The boy says as he waits
My mother side she never believe
My father, however, pushes the fact that today is Christmas
The day for the baby
The baby Jesus that he learned slept on this night
Sound sleep in the manger
With the donkeys and such
That’s crazy
The kid laughs
Your mother doesn’t believe
He shrugs
My mother says that Santa
Is the one who brings money through the sky
She says it takes a lot
To believe in something
That you won’t be seeing tonight
He only comes when you’re asleep
And if you’re awake he disappears
And mother says
That if mother’s in debt
Then Santa won’t be coming tonight
So I don’t know
Santa’s not religious
But he’s a myth that needs ‘beleiving’
That’s how I think of father
When he tells me of the stories
Of the child in the manger
Because I’ll never see
With my eyes
Who this child would be
But I believe that his birthday is on this day
Christmas
Christ?
I think that’s what It means
The boy’s friends laughs
And shakes his head
Christ?
A myth?
Who would of thought?
Bro,
You’re thinking too much
I think you just need to sleep
The boy shrugs
And things of his parents
The night they argued
…Christmas eve
“You shouldn’t tell him that Santa is real”
His mother argued.
“We don’t have money to buy him anymore gifts.”
She added.
“Santa. Isn’t real.”
His father sighed. “Julie, I want you to know that it’s what I believe.”
He paused. “The boy needs hope.”
His father looked away in disdain. “That’s what I’m giving him.”
His mother sighed and shook her head.
“Kent. I know that’s what you believe. The boy needs to know what’s real and what’s not.”
His father looked up at the ceiling as if looking for Santa’s slay.
“Look, doll. Hope is hope. That’s all I’m going to say.”
So the boy went to his room. Then went to the window to see. That there were no reindeer but there was a star shining brighter than any he had seen. He wonder what he could wish as it shot across the sky. He wished that he could understand. What was the point in false hope? What was the difference between truth and myths? He laid down that night and closed his eyes and had a dream like no other. He saw the manger a baby and three wise men. They approached with gifts of galore. Then he elves working during spring watching a bunny hop across the t.v screen. They put together their toys for tots and toys for any child who thought that Christmas real. So he sat up in a daze. The next morning his friends had come. They gave him gifts and they spread the smiles. But then the conversation had passed between the two.
The wonder and thought
Of the dream he had seen
He looked at his mother
And she smiled
Unaware of last night’s scene
He looked at his father
And gave him a hug
“Merry Christmas, daddy.”
He said with joy
His father nodded.
“You too, son.”
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I wrote this because I’ve been thinking of whether or not I should share ‘Christmas” and “Santa” to my kids. Once you get only enough you learn the truth anyway but… Should I give them that hope anyway?
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PoetryThere are the steps that I take to being a better poet. The shorter smaller steps anyway. Mainly consist of short poetry.