Christmastime and Santa Claus

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CHRISTMASTIME AND SANTA CLAUS
It is joyous

to watch children

reach for Christmas toys,

dolls for little girls

and trucks for small boys.

Beneath a spreading evergreen

are shimmering golden thistles,

miniature toy drums and

slick silver whistles.

Santa Claus

dressed in red

carries a sack

within a sled.

He gives to folks

all-embracing

merry, pleasing,

celebrating!

© 2017, Patricia Crandall. All rights reserved.
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Author Notes

This is a fun, sing-song take on Christmas. For the child in all of us.

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Patricia Crandall has published numerous articles and short stories in various magazines and newspapers. She has five books in print, Melrose, Then And Now, a historical volume, I Passed This Way, a poetry collection, The Dog Men, a thriller, and Tales of an Upstate New York Bottle Miner, non-fiction, and Pat’s Collectibles, a collection of short stories. She lives with her husband, Art, and a cat, Betti, at Babcock Lake in the Grafton Mountains near Petersburgh, New York. Visit her at authorpcrandall.blogspot.com

12 Comments for “Christmastime and Santa Claus”

says:

Love this, Patricia! Hearkens back to the old days, when I was a young’un, when Christmas was uninfected by the outside world. (I’m a big nostalgia fan).

Write on!

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says:

Thank you Dave for your comments on Christmastime and Santa Claus. Glad you enjoyed a bit of nostalgia. I too like the old Christmas stories> I read Agatha Christie’s A Christmas Pudding and Dickens Christmas Carol every year.

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reigny dai

says:

I like this. It captures Christmas with ease. The last sentenced seemed to come to a sudden end, so I re-read it. I think Santa would approve. (smile)

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says:

Ah Patricia, I was enjoying the flow and the memories of an older Christmas from bygone days. My body prone beneath that tree with my chin resting on hands itching to open those wrapped surprises … what happened? you just stopped? I felt sad at the abrupt end.

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