The memory of a three year old on his first visit to Santa Clause.

Hello Mister Santa Clause When I was a little bit younger than four, My Mommy took me to a great big store, There were pretty long ribbons and pretty bright lights, And toys that made a wonderful sight, It was Christmas Season, but I didn’t care, I was just so happy at being down there, There were many little girls and many little boys, All with their parents , just looking at toys, My Mommy took me to a big long line, And I just stood there , her hand in mine, When she moved around, I could see a big chair, With a big red feller, a sitting up there, He was jolly and happy with a big friendly grin, I could see thru the great white beard on his chin, Then I jumped a foot, at this sight because, There I was staring at a real Santa Clause, I looked kinda frightened , I heard a lady say, But I was watching him close, so he wouldn’t get away, And just when I thought ,I was close enough to see, There I was sitting on his big red knee, He asked me a question , that I never heard, I sat real quiet and didn’t say a word,, I should say something ,but I couldn’t even try, My mind was a blank , and my mouth was really dry, Then when I was leaving, Mister Santa took my hand, He said, “That’s alright Sonny, I really understand,” That made me feel better , but Mommy, Uhh-Oh! She loves me a plenty, but sometimes though, She talks real plain and dreadfully slow, Makes a little guy wonder, I reckon you know, But this time she hugged me and tasseled my hair, Squeezed me real tight, said, “You’re one of a pair. Though not even four yet, I’ve got to declare, You were just like your Bashful ol’Daddy up there.”   tom leftwich © 2016