A Christmas poem for my old friends and new;

 

As your children become older and their Christmas wishes become bolder,

The gifts stop getting taller and the packaging gets expensively smaller,

The older kids say there’s no such thing as Santa Clause, and their lack of faith gives me pause,

To think that these tiny cuties couldn’t wait to hear Santa’s Booties,

And now all they want is a fucking Ipod.

 

Thank goodness for my 5 year old daughter who gives Santa more weight than water,

Anxiously waiting to hear….those magical hooves of reindeer,

She’s a good little girl, because she knows Santa is watching all the children of the world.

And when her older siblings say, “Santa isn’t coming this way”,

She says “screw off you schmucks, I’ll be the only one with Christmas luck”.

 

Then starting to fear, the 7 year old thinks maybe he should wait and hear,

as maybe Santa is out there still, keeping the little boy in his Christmas will,

 

Witnessing her little brother’s new found faith,

our 9 year old lady says “well he did come during my eighth…”

 

And although he won’t admit it outright,

we see how our 13 year old still clings to the magic of Christmas tonight.

 

We as parents understand, that even though it’s gifts they demand,

A little Christmas spirit aided by fear and bribes, helps make their “Grinchiness” subside.

 

We hope to have enlightened our kiddies that Christmas is not about gifts and wealth,

rather more about being grateful and thankful for happiness and health.

But just to be safe we better  get that fucking Ipod….