A Retro Christmas

December 21st, 2013 by Magdalena Tabor

The ghost of my grandfather
Towers in the yard
Two stories down
In the moonlight.
His pipe glows red
Between alternating puffs
And deep down laughter
At a five year old me.
She knew him better
Than any man named Claus
Impersonating Christmas.

These days, the mind fills
With scrapbook images,                                                                                                                                                                                             retro christmas
Five and dime store treasures
Bought cheap.
Plastic Santas, suddenly retro
Pair with long legged Elves
Hugging knees to chest.

Here a bit of tinsel
At the bottom of a box.
There a shard of glass
Too pretty to cast off.
I love them still
These broken Christmas musings,
And hang them on a bough
In a moonlit yard.


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