Just Call Me Mr Cringle
The gig is up.
Santa isn't real and mam and dad have spent a fortune.
This year the pillow cases will stay on the beds.
I've dreaded this, since a baby oblivious to strategically
spilt sherry and a mince pie eaten
at indigestion inducing speed,
ignored an army of teddies some 16 years ago.
Now my daughter asks for money in an envelope
and my mind swirls with images of christmas past,
not theirs, but mine, when fists were unclenched privately
and we were allowed to experience unfettered childhood.
My children have never needed fraudulent magicians
for one day a year, I turn from the sink and cheerfully ask,
"what are you going to buy with it?" the reply dissolves me,
"I thought we could have a day at the sales and get our nails done".
There is more in my future than there is in my past.
Merry Christmas x.
Our youngest is 18, but our grandchildren are now 3 and 4. We just bought them a drum set for Christmas...the excitement goes on. Welcome back! Merry Christmas.
Welcome back and a great write to come back with! Merry Christmas to you and yours.
Just wonderful, and a very merry Christmas to you too, Claire. :)
wonderful write Claire, and welcome back here ! Maggie
aw.....I just did that with my 20 year old daughter...it's a hold new experience sharing adulthood with your kids...well done Claire
yet at times mind meanders by memory lane , good write, ..MERRY CHRISTMAS..
merry christmas claire
A wistful trip down memory lane ending in a triumph of love that beats anything Father Christmas could leave under the tree!!! Fabulous poem Claire!!! Bravo and Merry Christmas!!!!! :)))) xxx
The study of present and past about christmas and hope for future...delightful work..
Happy boxing day.