This came to mind while watching "The Polar Express."
...where are you, Christmas? Why can't I find you? Why have you gone away? Where is the laughter you used to bring me? Why can't I hear the music play? .... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Santa never comes around here; I think he's forgotten my name. He used to visit years ago, But things have changed, and that's a shame. I remember the days of old, all the toys underneath the tree. Santa knew what I wanted and personally brought them to me! I've grown too old and cynical; I have no use for childish things; the magic's been wished out of me, can't hear the sleighbell when it rings. I wish I could go back in time, what would make me believe once more? For me, I'm afraid it's too late - Hold on, there's a knock at the door ......
Couldn't help thinking as I read through SANTA NEVER COMES AROUND HERE that perhaps Santa had made a secret gift of this splendid poem. And then, there at the end was the knock on the door:-)
Have a little more faith, Karla! If Santa's late, perhaps he ran outta fuel, or some other untimely delay. LOL! But he will get a little love and happiness to ya, even if he's later than usual. Merry Christmas to you and Karen! Nice poem!
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on December 20, 2005
It's never too late, Karla. Glad to hear that knock on the door.
We can never give up on the miracle and miracles produced at Christmas. Very few people, if they search through their memory banks, cannot not say they have had or witnessed a Christmas miracle in one form or another. It is a special time of year and though the cynics might say where is this specialness the rest of the year, I prefer to say embrace and enjoy it when it comes.
Ask to see his union card before he opens the door. He should be more polite and jump down yer chimney. If you ain't gotta chimney that could be the problem..
When the sled runners leave the ice, you know you have been gifted. This reminds me of the Walton's family Christmas where Senior John Walton was stuck in a snow storm and couldn't make it home for Christmas, but eventually made it and brought John Boy a stack of red Big Chief tablets that just thrilled him all the way to New York City later in the ten years of Walton episodes to become a published author. Remember those Big Chief lined tablets you all? I started out on them and I still use them because the paper in these wonderful ancient tablets absorb my India ink from my feather quill. Big Chief tablets is all I want for Christmas. Send me some! Merry Christmas Den family! Karla, I hear a knock at my door............???
Sure glad there was a knock on the door!;-) Very creative poem Karla!
Remember all the things we remember are in our hearts and minds to be played again and again so we never really lose them.The secret is a happy heart to go with the memories;-)...
It's never too late to rekindle the spirit of our youth, and the magic of Christmas Karla
Just close your eyes, switch off, and return to the joy of our yesteryears
Have a super Christmas and New Year 2006
Love
Peter
In case the knock on the door was not Santa, just close your eyes real tight and the magic might be back! Beautiful poem, Karla!
Hugs, Birgit and Roger
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Michelle!
Give God a chance; He'll never leave you or forsake you! Powerful, heartbreaking write! Very well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(
Love Tinka
Love & Light,
Joseph
Felix
love it Karla...
Carole...love and peace
In Spirit,
Bear
Carmen :-)
Sage
Remember all the things we remember are in our hearts and minds to be played again and again so we never really lose them.The secret is a happy heart to go with the memories;-)...
Love,
Eileen
Just close your eyes, switch off, and return to the joy of our yesteryears
Have a super Christmas and New Year 2006
Love
Peter
PS I loved the Polar Express, too.
Hugs, Birgit and Roger