When I was a young boy,
I tried to stay awake
To catch a glimpse of Santa Claus
Sail across a starry sky.
But the Sandman was stronger than my will,
And I fell asleep,
Santa cap and all,
On folded arms,
On the cool window sill
Of my cozy little bedroom.
I didn't see Santa that night,
But I dreamt of a majestic reindeer,
With antlers of silver and gold,
Walking proudly through powdered snow,
Towards a blue-white light
That twinkled just above the horizon,
While the Moon's midnight rays softly rang,
Like bells and chimes
Being played,
By the wind,
Using only
The feathers of angels.
About
An unused tendril to the vignette: At one point the reindeer stopped, turned his head, and gently nodded.
The accompanying image is based on a photograph of a shadow of a Christmas decoration.
One morning the sunlight hit the decoration just right and the shadow on the wall became the shadow of a story.
© Copyright 2012 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.
The text composition is a work of fiction. Names, places, institutions, events, incidents, characters, persons, locations, and/or organizations either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Full Creative Writing Disclaimer.