the magic arrival 2
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A poem about the visit of Santa on Christmas Eve.TRANSCRIPT
The Magic Arrival
A story of the visit of Santa Claus on Christmas Eve.
By Craig Hosterman
There lives within each of us a child who wants to believein old man Claus.
The story of Nicholas is best told
when the year's shadowstretches long across the land
and winter's blanketcovers earth's bed
in the unmarked innocenceof morning.
It is then,as icy fingers gently grasp December's end
and summer lies dormant beneath the snow,that he mysteriously arrives --
without disturbing the soft powderin the way that mankind does.
From the land of eternal whitehe's gathered backthe energy spent
in last year's passing,
and now slipsinto the night
to fulfill the promisethat keeps the world
forever young.
The team pulls his gilded sleighon polished runners,
tracing an invisible pathacross the mind,
while gloved fingers flick long strandsof oiled leather messages
to the Icelandic eightthat drop him softly
at each chimney edge.
Invisibly he drops in -unannounced and expected,but too late to be greeted.
He shakes himself freeof the dark warm dust,
to show his belted girth clothedin the richness
of print's first color.
As he smiles through a mass of winter white,the lines of his face are crinkled with laughter
and etched with stories that have beentraced from the imagination of our memories -
past to present.
He turns toward the treeand the lights dance across his face,
flicker past his hunched backand cast shadows on the heavy weight
of the dreams he carries.
Quickly he spills forthhis bag full of packages
wrapped in nature's huesand splashed with ribbons of delight.
There's surprise, laughter and remembrance.The brightness of celebration.The warmth of acquaintance.
All dancing to the tune of year's renewal,
as he spreads themunder the tree.
When finishedhe leaves but telltale signs -
windswept footprints,the lingering scent of pipe
and a faint echo of laughterwhispering in the breeze.
For it is his fatenever to have existed,
and forever to be remembered.
Imbedded in literature's landscape,his immortality
can only move quietlyfrm one generation to the next.
He takes his leavebefore sun peeks over the edge of morning
and night skips into tomorrow -In that quiet moment
when the whole world is still.
Before children's eyesopen with the excitement of discovery,
and the reality of truthspoils the pleasant fiction of belief.
His time is but a brief memory of waking.The moment between then and now,
when the mind's myst blurs the differencebetween dream and reality, imagination and truth.
Though his visit be brief,it's continually recounted
by the young in heartfor the young in age,
and revitalized by the wearyfor the unsuspecting.
You see,it's easy to believein old man Santa.
Part of him is our father,and our grandfather,
and even his father before him.
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