Happy, safe ,healthy Holidays!!

I wrote this poem to myself a long long time ago , It seemed odd when I found it again, but it felt like yesterday as I read it ..





There were Santa's helpers everywhere .,
shaking their bells ,
waiting for the children to hear their secret list of gifts.
its like a prayer. almost."{ well I have been good,
"so I get the biggest and fattest as I am walking away.,
I smile and smile .
Then I of course open all of mommy's doors attentively,
this just 2 weeks before I had thrown a hockey puck through the plate glass doors .
Santa forgives I tell her , why he just saw me open that door for you mother .
"Right" she said "and you have been a very good boy even though you. then came the peanut teacher.
blah. blah, blah, blahed, wha, wha,.
He knows how good you are. All the way home I felt Santa watching me . listening to my thoughts,, he knows everything I thought to myself ,
Everything and he still loves me and brings me toys every year... he knows about me and still loves me ... Srconnolly 1970....

So that was 6 years of my interprretation of life as it were ..