“There is never enough time to do or say all the things that we would wish. The thing is to try to do as much as you can in the time that you have. Remember Scrooge, time is short, and suddenly, you’re not here any more.” ~The Ghost of Christmas Present from Charles Dickens, “SCROOGE”
When you’re not here any more
and Christmas has gone on without you,
will I wish to have done and said all in your cause?
I languish in these thoughts built upon our wistful hearts.
Repentance is a sad and lonely dance when every chance
we have to assume that mantle is left as a pathetic wallflower.
The Christmases we have shared
cannot be compared to the joy this boy found
in the discovery of love that you had brought in open arms,
as all the charms of your warming smile for the while you are here
cheer me. I lament for you. Yet, I eschew utterance
of your name lest my soul implode and eradicate your image.
But, still it will fade. With the passage of time, I’m less inclined
to rely on your saving graces in lieu of other places.
And any traces of memory dissipate in foggy dissolution,
an intrusion to the here and now by the here after.
I shout to the rafters to be left to my devices
and suffice it to say I will fail in that regard.
It is hard to remove you from my past where you are ingrained.
Even more difficult to allow you to escape this present in which we find ourselves.
When you are no longer here, it will be clear.
There is much to do in this time allotted. Minutes are slotted
and when I am no longer here, my memories of you will die
once again within me. But, never allow me to be free of you. For it is true,
I continue to love you in my way, but choose to stay forward facing
and pacing towards every new Christmas yet to come.
Some call it folly to be so jolly at this time, but I’m accustomed
to living in this spirit. I hear it whisper in terms of peace and goodwill.
If you stand still and listen, it will glisten like the freshly fallen snow.
Every new sunrise is a Christmas present in this Christmas present.
So we prepare for the coming yuletide, with this feeling inside,
that says; make this the first best day of the rest of our time.
Choose to let it shine from within and it will make us grin.
Let us give this gift to mankind; this offering becomes our mission.
On the condition of anonymity, I will choose to undertake this blessed cause,
under the name I am using. This is solely my choosing. I am Santa Claus.
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2016