"The Letters To Santa" (poem, repost)

It’s happening all over again…so, I repost:


The letters to Santa
Have long been written
And sent on their way,
The crazy ordeal of                                
The last minute shopping                    
Is looming ahead.
The yearly trial                                        
Of marriage substance –
Arranging the tree–
Is seriously dreaded,
But can’t be escaped.
The house is a mess.
And all of a sudden
My son comes carrying
His sister’s “boy-doll.”
He says that it’s Jesus,
And makes a manger,
And brings gifts to him. 
And all of our burdens
Are seen as weightless,
And shoulders straighten.
We put on Sinatra,
He’s singing us carols,
Like no one else can.
We light Advent candles,
We pray at mealtime,
We start to prepare.


Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur