Anticipation High

On Christmas Eve, I cannot help but
Look up in the sky,
In case I see the reindeers and the
Sleigh go whizzing by.

I saw them once, or so I thought,
Many years ago,
A wide eyed six year old who wished
for everlasting snow.

For over fifty years I’ve looked,
But did not see again,
Yet here within my memory
These images remain.

Most magical of evenings,
Anticipation high!
Enchantment of the first degree
When reindeers really fly.

I may be older, wiser too?
But yes, I still believe,
For magic really does exist
At least, on Christmas Eve

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