Seeing Santa

I can’t think right now of Christmas time
My brain is going round and round
With equations and English phrases
Not to mention maps and places
Between my ears is ablaze

My brain is fried
I wish I didn’t have to burn the midnight oil
I’d rather
Listen to Christmas carollers in the street
Peep out my window and see
Moonlight and snowflakes patterning the trees

Grip tight to the tin tray cum sleigh
Feel fear possess me like a living thing
Fly down the hill with its twists and bends
Screaming at the top of my lungs
Adrenalin pumping through my skull

But hey, reality check for me
Childhood memories aside
Grades are what matter now

I bend my head to the books and sigh

But Listen!
It’s late Christmas Eve
Outside my window bells jingle softly

In the silent night
I kill the light
Stealthily creep on stockined feet

I’ve got him now.
This Christmas I will see his face
Red cheeked from the leaping flames

There is Santa large as life
Red suit in a wrinkled pile
Kissing my Mama
By candlelight!!!

Am I the dumbest clot  alive?
Still looking for Santa at twenty-nine!

G C Hill Dec 2016