the poem states itself
a feeling
of diminished joy
or wonder about
the myth of christmas
or seasonal tradition
by an adult perspective

"that which I cherished and knew"

life changes the cherished
the pressures and dissapointments
shocks and events that become
the wind..the moon to a completely
new sky..new year
foreign as the old slips away
often I used too wonder
was it real to begin with

toys we had..practical too
snow jackets...oranges and nuts
the interesting gadgets of our
time...and hand made knitted
goods from our dear old aunt
who was my gramma's "bestie"
in seventies early..we lived
up the road..a five minute
walk if even
the letter from Aunty came
as Master Steven and Master Micheal
woolen and hand made...a hat too
scarf...we thought it frumpy then
and would be made to write out
handwritten letters back..
store boughts were the rage at
school....some kids too poor for
even those....years later the
woolen mitts are the best
I have memories of them steaming
beside the woodstove and how
warm they were....able to fold into
pockets...long life..

oh..my lady is calling..
supper...

dinners were the big thing then
too....home cooked meals
which were good

it went away but this year
we had a good christmas
a refound new memory just
in time...

thank U

Unfortunately we all have to grow up, but i believe we all miss the innocence of youth. When we could dream of being an astronaut, pro footballer, whatever, and also Christmas was magical. Captured perfectly in this poem is that dream feeling of the world being a better place then. Regards Roscoe....