I Dream of the Magic

“My what a wonderful sight to behold.
The purr of my home as it towered the bay.
Silently glistening white with the snow -
the town standing still on a cold Christmas Day.

Snowfall like this: my, my I’ve not seen.
The land like a Christmas cake, trees covered deep.
The Year tips its hat: bye, bye to us all.
As the joy of it all starts to wake from their sleep.

Children scream: ‘Sant’y had been to my house!’
While manic excitement whipps wrapping to shreds,
George, the auld dog’s not seen turmoil like this,
since Tiddles, the kitten, had slept in his bed.

Mama’s and Pops settle down for some tea,
exhaustion and giddiness in their old bones.
Oh to have Children around, such a glee!
It means so much more when there’s someone to hold.”

I open my eyes from this memory,
the room lying bare – it’s silence a sin.
I stare at a wall which stares back at me.
I dream of the magic that my kids will bring.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 31st December 2010