Christmas

The under lit Christmas lights on the tree glistened with a dim sadness

The boy sat and drank his hot coco staring out the frosty winter frozen window

Hoping to see the man that would one day bring his wish come true

He drifted to sleep now and again only to be woken by the cat purring at his ankles

Sitting in that rustic red wood chair covered with his mothers woven blankets

He spoke to the snow as if it were his friends telling him about his dreams

Painting little snowmen on the glass with his finger tips

His mother was asleep curled up in her bed sheets

His eyes searched the stars watching for the slightest movement

Puzzled and grim his face melted towards the floor

Looking behind him to see the plate of cookies 

Still intact he bowed his head in disappointment

Wondering about the images he had remembered he could not keep them in his mind

They would appear and vanish within seconds 

Struggling to hold on to them he became weak

Tears began to drip down over his lips settling on the back of his hand

He wiped his nose with out sniffling keeping his noise low

Looking out his window he hoped to see the man that would make his wish come true

He never asked for anything except the same thing each Christmas

All he had ever wanted was to see his father once more