Holiday Magic - Always

The little ones can't seem to wait
For the moment to come to celebrate
That annual trip to visit "the man"
Excitement provided as only Santa can.
Mom and Dad take them in the family car
Off to the mall - it's way too far!
"Are we almost there?" the kids cry out
The littlest one begins to pout
At last they join the long, long line
Where Santa sits in red suit so fine
The moment comes when Santa will say
"What can I bring you on Christmas Day?"
Tongue-tied and silent - unable to speak
Legs getting wobbly and knees become weak
At last they tell Santa their fondest wish
For a doll, or a sled, or a shiny goldfish
Santa will nod and remind them to be good
Then it's back in the car to the old neighborhood.
On Christmas Eve when they head off to bed
As the visions of sugar plums dance in their head
The hours of night pass and they awake with a start
Down the stairs they come with hope in their heart
Santa's cookies are eaten and the lights on the tree
Shine brightly on gifts - such a sight do they see!
Happy hearts, joyful moments, in our memory remain
Though we age and move on holiday magic we retain.