I miss the magic
of waking up
at 9:34 in the morning
and looking outside my window
to see gleaming snowflakes falling
rushing down the stairs
in my pink pajama pants
entering the living room
and seeing
red and green presents
"from Santa" they would say
I would smile
with my crooked teeth
shaking the gifts underneath
trying to guess
what was inside the ones for me
I was always the first
to wake up on Christmas day
but not too long after I did
my brothers would walk
down the stairs
rubbing their eyes
and the bags underneath
yawning as they entered
the living room
where did their magic go
I always used to wonder
santa had come
there were so many gifts
with silver bows to be undone
how could they be tired with all this fun
we haven't put up a tree in years
and I understand why
my brothers
would always rub their eyes
and the bags underneath
bags that were full
of their forgotten hopes and dreams
Christmas has turned
into just another day
the magic that once danced
has faded away
into the background
of my memories
oh how I miss
feeling that way
waking up
on Christmas day
YOU ARE READING
A Fraction of My Thoughts
PoetryI write poems sometimes and I want an outlet to share them to. I hope somebody can relate to them and feel understood when they read them. btw none of them go together, it is all just random stuff that I have written when I need to rant. Enjoy!
