The flickering fiery fairy lights upon the tree just glow,
The colors seem so vibrant on the sled with big red bow,
And every Christmas cookie with aroma fills the air,
You taught us well your spirit in our heart your presence there.
Each bough each branch on evergreen is blanketed in white,
A cardinal blasts the snow from one as up in air takes flight,
We know how much you loved these birds as they would come to feed.
And rifle through the millet for the blackened sunflower seed.
You’d watch your Christmas with a cup from windowed breakfast nook,
From many paneled panes of glass this where you sat to look,
Now years have gone you’ve passed the torch and giv'n unto us,
The joy of Christmas gatherings the loving and the fuss.
The short potbellied Santa statuette is standing near,
To keep a watchful eye on preparations this is clear,
To draw the big fine turkey from oven on the run,
And quickly make your gravy perfectly as you have done.
And now that all are seated contemplating all the while,
How you would stand beside the table with a broadened smile,
Elation felt as you would know to have your family,
To gather all the ones you can at Christmas happily.
Peter Lowell Paulson
December 24, 2010
The Santa in the picture is a childhood keepsake which is more than 50 years old. It watches EVERYTHING we do at Christmas time. It is more like one of Santa's elves than the actual Santa.
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