Merry Christmas darling

 
Did you guess what he was bringing you
were you good the whole year through?

Hoofs that trampled softly on the snow that lay heavy on the roofs of years ago
I remember too.

We rolled time up and put it in a snowman’s hands and watched for dad to climb the hill when coming home, he said, ‘you look frozen to the bone’ and gave us all a dadly hug
and mum with egg nog on the table freshly made and we, her children licked the best out of the ladle, ate hot mince pies, moved time into the snowman’s eyes, because Christmas is a time for sharing and we wanted snowman to look and see a time of happiness and glee

She
brings it back to me
and it all becomes a better memory.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.