Childhood Dreams....

by Kayla   Aug 6, 2005


The blazing flame,
IN the fireplace.
The Christmas tree lit,
And covered in lace.

Christmas carols play,
On the radio.
As I sit and wait,
For Santa to show.

The cookies are warm.
The milk is cold.
Next to it sits my list.
Presents wanted are told.

I look around,
Making sure all is set.
Wondering to myself,
Is Santa near yet?

When my parents come in,
"Honey time for bed."
As I slowly walk away,
I catch a glimpse of red.

To me this was hope.
That Santa was real.
But this soon ends,
When out came the real deal.

To this day,
Christmas lost its flare.
Its special feeling,
Is no longer there!

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  • 18 years ago

    by Ashley

    'Poignant'. (not sure what it means) That's sad though! I feel the same way, but its sad how that happens, ya know? Love ya lots!!!!!

  • 18 years ago

    by chrissy

    I feel like chistmas isnt the same now that i no i just love watching my brother belive in him though!!!
    *cheak my poems out*

  • 18 years ago

    by Poetic Tragedy08

    we all go through this, and if you haven't...welcome to the real world! haha but it was great and actually it was different, grea tjob! it flowed nicely and i enjoyed it! 5/5!

  • 18 years ago

    by ღ*KiM*ღ

    I really liked this poem, simply because it is what most people go through when they become older, wiser. The excitement and flare of christmas seems to disappear when you realise that it's all a lie. Originality is shown here. Kim x

  • 18 years ago

    by Minkus

    Hmmm... not the best flow for some reason. 4/5.