There is a child within who waits
impatiently for special dates
who surfaces ‘round Christmas eve;
a child who struggles to believe
that through the glitter something real
is waiting back for them to feel
the wonder once again and smile
deeply, truly, like that child
whose eye once shone with Christmas lights;
who innocently scanned the night
struggling to stay awake
to watch for reindeer pulling sleighs.
We are the ones who still remember
a long ago pristine December,
when we gazed into the night
and spotted Santa’s sleigh go by.
For those who, in their childhood, glimpse
the jolly elf or his footprints
will never grow up all the way
but stay a child on Christmas Day.