by Rick Williams
Christmas day has come and gone,
and another year begun.
The decorations and the lights
are all put away and done.
All the shopping money that was spent
now has to be paid back,
and now we must endure
all the "end of season sale" attacks.
It's not like there's any money left
to take advantage of the deals.
We've only got "so much" to spend
including water, heat, gas, and meals.
But there was one thing that we missed;
or maybe it just stood out more:
the lack of little ones around
seemed more noticeable than before.
No Playskool and no Fisher-Price,
no screams of giggled delight.
No trucks, no dolls, no toys for kids;
there were no kids in sight.
Is this that biological clock again?
A sign of something new?
Aren't we supposed to have
grandkids by the time we're 62?
What a different Christmas day we'd have
with all the excitement little kids do bring.
There'd be paper and boxes everywhere!
Laughing and playing would be king!
The flashes of the pictures taken
would be bouncing off the walls
as we tried to capture all the fun
that was unfolding overall!
Every Christmas when I was small
the same, familiar scene took place:
Which were the kids? Which was the adult?
Oh, the happiness on dad's face!
I still remember that fun he had
all those times back then.
I liked the way he forgot his age
and on Christmas became a kid again.
My wife and I talked, and both agreed:
How cool and different it would be,
if we could borrow someone else's kids
to add Christmas chaos to our lonely tree!
