Snuggled in my bed
Counting the sheep
Closer he comes with
Each tick of the clock
My mind spins with wonder
Refusing to sleep
Thinking of the treasures
I’ll find in my sock
***
Snowflakes by thousands
Upon the rooftop
Lighting the way
With the help of moonlight
Provides a soft landing
For his sleigh to stop
When he arrives with his sack
Midway thru night
***
For weeks I’ve been counting
The long days away
Each day seemed longer
As if it were three
I’d rush to the calendar
And mark off each day
After mom said he’d received
The letter from me
***
I’ve been a good boy
Doing all that I can
Helping dad with his work
For a week in the shed
Shaping and polishing
The wood with my hands
“We have to finish by Christmas,”
Is what dad said
***
“We don’t have much time,”
He said with a sigh
“But I think I can do it
with the help of my son.”
Today he hugged me,
“I’m proud of you, boy.”
As I polished the last piece
And he said we were done
***
The smell of the cookies
That I’d helped mom bake
Creeps up the stairs
And into my bed
I left them for Santa
And the reindeer to take
Wishing and hoping
He’d leave me a sled
***
Soft laughter is coming
From the kitchen below
As mother and father
Prepare for the feast
The tree is all trimmed
And ready for the show
With presents for grandma
Hidden beneath
***
Their laughter of love
Soothes me to sleep
Where the red rocket sled
Enters my dreams
I fly down the hill
On snow that’s so deep
The joy in my soul
Bursting my seams
***
I awake with a start
Morning has come
Happy sounds and sweet smells
Arrive from below
I rush down the stairs
To join in the fun
To see the whole world
Is covered in snow
***
Everybody’s there
Except for my dad
He’s outside waiting
For the customer to come
I look to the tree
And my heart feels sad
There’s present’s for me
But the sled is not one
***
I open my presents
With shock and surprise
Finding boxes with tools
That fit my little hands
They were the real thing
These were not toys
I guess helping my father
Gave Santa a plan
***
“Go help your father;
he’s out in the shed.”
My mother says,
With my hat in her hand
I gather my tools
And cover my head
Today I feel
Like I'm a man
***
I see a new bench
Beside his old bench
He says,“Son,
this one’s for you.”
He’s made a place
For every wrench
And everything is new
***
There’s so much joy
I start to cry
And he pulls me
Close and tight
I feel his love
Come thru his arms
And I know
My world is right
***
Pulling back
With tears in his eyes
He says,
“There’s one more thing to see.”
Beside his bench
To my surprise
There’s one more gift
For me.
***
He pulls it out
And uncovers it
I can’t believe what I see
There it sits
My special gift
With runners
Made by me
***
With hand shaped
And polished wood
It was the best
A sled could be
No other sled ever could
Compare To the one
My father made
With me.
About the Creator
Gerald Holmes
Born on the east coast of Canada. Travelled the world for my job and discovered that kindness is the most attractive feature in any human.
R.I.P. Tom Brad. Please click here to be moved by his stories.
Comments (1)
Wonderful, Wonderful and a sled at the end!!! Loved it💕😊💖