Another Christmas Memory
(In honor of my oldest sister, now in Heaven)
Years ago on Christmas Eve, when I was just a lad. Santa came to visit us and made me very sad.
He laughed and shook his belly as he gave his Christmas cheer; He troubled me by how he talked, his voice was not so dear.
He sounded like my sister, the oldest of the five; the one assigned by mother, to help us all survive.
My sister had the upper hand, the senior in our clan; She also had a way with words, that we could understand.
Santa’s visit made me sad, my reason you can see; He sounded like the bossy sis who chased me up a tree!
Chuck Peters – 12/16/2023
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