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The Christmas Fantasy...

A Poem

By Steven BaldryPublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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The Christmas Fantasy...

Once upon a Christmas time...

Not so far, far away.

It wasn’t just the children smiling innocently, On those glorious festive days.

The build up was so extreme…

We would dream of a day.

So perfect & so beautiful...

In every single, special way.

From December the 1st...

When we’d walk down the stairs.

Knott’s in our bellies, for we were totally aware…

That behind the living room door awaited an exciting new world…

Of decorations & lights that would open our young mouths & breathe in magical life.

A mystical fantasy would transform our familiar home.

We would gaze warm side of the window praying for a flake of snow…

There was never a white Christmas but it didn’t spoil our fun.

For we were all happy together…

Our Christmas Fantasy had begun.

As Christmas songs echoed loudly all around…

We sang & we laughed so hard...

How I loved and I miss the sound.

A carrot for Rudolph...

For Santa, milk & mince pie…

Left out on the fireplace as we wiped the sleep from our eyes.

I swear I’d hear jingle bells...

As I'd lay on my bed.

We'd never sleep Christmas Eve...

Excitement filling our adolescent heads.

The smell of the Bacon cooking slowly on the Turkey, floating on & up the stairs…

I can still taste on the tip of my tongue as I write these honest, heartfelt words.

1 o’clock in the morning, Mum & Dad placing presents. Silently on the bed.

We’d pretend to be asleep but have a peep soon as they were in their beds.

I’d listen to my sisters quietly rustling in their stockings, their joy would warm me.

All that was of this time, I’m so glad was once mine…

For we truly lived The Christmas Fantasy.

Santa Claus ‘the movie’ at dawn followed by Bacon sarnies…

We’d sit around in a circle then our world was complete.

Taking turns opening gifts, sometimes tins of Tomatoes or Brussel Sprouts !!

It was not the gifts but the fun in just being, that’s what Christmas was all about.

I would pinch myself time & time again…

For there was never any fear or an ounce of pain.

Just a complete contentment within & around me…

How I miss the feeling…The Christmas Fantasy.

As a 37 year old man, Christmas has changed…

For so many years now from the beauty we have grown estranged.

I do not feel bitter, for memories age like a fine, fine wine.

They remain so dear to my heart, The Christmas Fantasy was mine.

So thank you my Father, My mother…My Sisters alike.

It’s those memories I relive on a cold winter night.

Now as the adults we try to give our children a taste of the dream...

But although we try it falls short because they haven't seen what we've seen.

So we live and we love the best that we can.

I still get lost in wonder every Christmas eve night.

How I wish our children had known the magic...

Of our family Christmas Fantasy in their lives.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Steven Baldry

I have been writing Poetry since I was a teenager. Now in my late thirties I enjoy it more than ever. I find it a wonderful release and it helps me to free my mind and understand myself and my emotions.

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