A CHILD'S CHRISTMAS CAROL

A CHILD'S CHRISTMAS CAROL

A Poem by Nolo Segundo
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I wrote this as an old man whose soul, forever young that it is, can still drink of the happy parts of his childhood.

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Then... it was a time of true magic
when the world was small and soft.
It had to be magic, my mind of five
told me: how else could my brothers
and I go to sleep on an ordinary,
dull and quiet night, to awaken in
sheer joy the next morn as though
we had been zapped by a warm
bolt of harmless lightning, setting
our now restless bodies tingling...?

Like racehorses at the gate of magic,
we stood at the top of the stairs,
pulling at whatever patience we
could muster under the admonitions
of Mom and Dad to wait! wait! the
camera must be loaded-- but how
painful to be still when we knew
Children's paradise was only a
stairway away-- and what a
paradise we saw unfolded in
our now unfamiliar living room!

The tree drew our eyes first--
it was big and fat, with its
branches sagging under all
its myriad ornaments: glass
balls, plastic candy canes,
tinsel drooping as though
hung on a weeping willow
and not a proud Blue Spruce.

And hundreds and millions of
colored lights, some blinking,
some staid, making our tree
sparkle like the royal crown
of a giant king-- perhaps for
the King of Toys, for they
were seen in abundance
wherever we looked: trucks
and bikes, and bats and games.
Each brother had his own pile
(we marveled how thoughtful
Santa must be) and we knew in
each stack there were boxes
beautifully wrapped but sans
treasure, hiding only socks
or shirts or perhaps a sweater.

Well, even the jolly fat man
could not be perfect-- still,
he brought magic to our
house every year, overnight
transforming prosaic lives
by wonder, by magic, by love,
and after he went away
when I was an ancient six,
the world grew much bigger
but colder, dull and empty
of that special joy that
can only come to those
children who believe.... 

(c.2016)
 

© 2017 Nolo Segundo



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Wow. I don't know, this felt so personal and relatable, I guess it kind of took me back to my own childhood. I do wish I could still believe like I did back then. I specially loved the closing lines:

"of that special joy that
can only come to those
children who believe.... "

I loved it all. Great job. Keep writing! Cheers! :D

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Wow. I don't know, this felt so personal and relatable, I guess it kind of took me back to my own childhood. I do wish I could still believe like I did back then. I specially loved the closing lines:

"of that special joy that
can only come to those
children who believe.... "

I loved it all. Great job. Keep writing! Cheers! :D

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Nolo Segundo
Nolo Segundo

Philadelphia, PA



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From adolescence until I was 24, I was an agnostic. Then I almost drowned, and had what has come to be called a near death experience. So for the past 45 years I've known that the problem with life i.. more..

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