Visions of sugar plumbs
they said danced in my head.
I felt so incredibly dumb
not understanding all they said.
Wondering why I dreamt
of Santa all that night.
Wondering where hope went
when I turned out the light.
I would lay there in the dark
searching the night for a sound.
Hoping to hear Santa silently park
as our chimney he came down.
I would think to myself that night
did he see all the good I did.
I wonder if it was alright
when in retaliation I hit that kid.
I also wonder did he hear me
when I told mom and dad a lie.
Did he hear and did he see
that night I stayed up to cry.
I wonder if Daddy knew I knew
that he played the part Saint Nic.
I think he might of had a clue
but to my guns I was gonna stick.
I saw the joyous smile on his face
that he had as he hid my toys.
He kept alive love in this place
filling it with loves wonderful joys.
I knew Santa was in our heart
and that we each played a role.
I tried my best to play my part
by doing as I was told.
I was told by mom and dad that giving
was much better than to receive.
Daddy showed me by his living
how gifts were meant to leave.
Gifts come in different shapes
and they should be all year around.
Now the visions of sugar plums escapes
where Gods true love is found.
I still search for gifts for me,
but today I don't ask for much.
I just want to be able to see
and have Gods healing touch.
Gifts of plastic and gifts of gold
do not a thing to help today.
Gods love cannot be bought or sold
for His love will never go away.
I learned a lot from my dad.
He taught me what I should do.
Now I have let go of what I had
so I can start life all anew.
I will soon put lights upon our home.
Decorating from top to bottom.
Knowing I will never again be alone
because I will not be forgotten.
All around I see smiling faces
in stores that my wife and I shop.
In all of these many different places
our smiles will surely not stop.
We found each other over year ago
and this is our second Christmas together.
We'll light up this house with what we know
for our love shall last forever.
Santa may not come down our chimney
and he may be just a facade,
but he will always live within me,
because I learned the gift of God.
It's giving all throughout the year.
no matter what day that it might be.
Letting my heart always be sincere
for all the others to see.
©By Bill Pearce
Nov 23, 2002