Where the magic lies

I stood on the side of a grassy knoll

feeling the late hour take it's toll

 

A cigarette burning in my hand

wondering if I too could tell a lie something so ridiculously grand

as tell the lies my parents told me

like the man in the moon feasting on his cheese

 

Your better than that, I thought

inhaling while attempting to cough

we won't lie to our young as they did to us

We'll tell that their gifts came from toys R us

 

Not from a fat man high on the globe

shivering I pull the sash to tighten my robe

there is no great pumpkin or father time

they're all stupid fables and nursery rhymes

 

All mirrors and smoke I begin to sneer

until I feel a little hand tap my rear

Is Santa coming tonight?

Brown curls and bright eyes question

 

It was then that I learned a Most valuable lesson

You'd better believe it so run back to bed

I want to hear the sugarplums dancing in that head

 

The wonder of childhood is not mine to take

her bubble of magic was never mine to break

the smile on her face is more than enough

maybe believing is the substance fairytales are made of

 

I snuff out the butt and head for the toys

as I turn; I hear him laughing and cheering with joy

I turn to see the man in the moon

a wedge of cheese in his hand and him dancing like a drunken buffoon

 

It's been a long time since you believed

I was beginning to lose faith but am very relieved

We'll have to do this again he shouts as he flies

in the eyes of a Child is where the real magic lies

 

 

Author's Note

No this is not an old Christmas poem I just felt like writing tonight

Reviews

[Brjden (Bridge-Den) Cre..]

Great write! Contemporary in contrast and flow, but like you said, "Not a Christmas poem". I loved the metaphors and wordplay! They added to giving me reason to know what would be said next!

"Not from a fat man high on the globe
shivering I pull the shash to tighten my robe
there is no great pumpkin,or father time
they're all stupid fables and nursery rhyme"

Our innocence does get stolen super early these days, which is sad in a sense, but you get your point across originally and perfectly!

[An owl on the moon]

Sometimes the fiction is more enduring than the facts... You very powerfully relate how the magic of childhood is so often worth preserving, in contrast to the cold world that might lie ahead. Profound!

Craig

[NightDream]

I really enjoyed reading this piece. It is warm, adoring and full of mirth. Perhaps if all remembered that the dreams and hopes of others are not ours to crush, this world would be a much happier place. Good piece of work.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

A lovely well written poem. Made me smile. Thank you for sharing. Debileah