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 144. My Legendary Santa
(inspired by The Miller & Rhodes's Santa of Richmond, VA during the 1970's)

Every Christmas
Of my young life
Has a memory
Of him
& the magick
That was
My Santa Clause.

My brother
& I were
Shocked
At the ripe age
Of five
And four
That he knew
Our names…
So in our
Sneaky
& infinite
Wisdom,
We set out
To TEST
This Santa,
To see
If he
Was
Really
THE Santa.

So all year
We talked
Of how we
Thought the elves
At the front
Were in on it
And how
The Snow Queen
In all of her
White Glory
Was meant
To garner
Our names
So Santa
Could hear.
We vowed
Silence!
& You know
How hard
THAT is
For
Four & Five
Year olds
Growing into
Older wiser
Five and Six
Year olds is
Don't you?

We made sure
Mom didn't
Say our names
To the elves
Taking our
Money
For pictures.

We saw the
Pretty blonde
Snow queen
& were
Surprised
That she didn't
Ask us
For our names
But we were
Careful
NOT to
Tell her…

Then He
Beckoned us
Come to him
In that loud
Always happy
Tone of voice
That never
Waivered or
Changed
Throughout
All the ten years
We sat upon
His lap…
Calling both
Of us
By name.

HOW
Had
He
DONE
It???

It is one
Of the great
Mysteries
Of the Legendary
Santa.

On my
Sixth birthday
We went
As we did
Every year
To eat
With Santa
& get our
Tasty Rudolph cake.
Though we didn't
Always go
On my birthday
Necessarily.

I asked
On a whim
To go up
& see
The organist,
Who played
Each year.
Dressed in
Red velvet
& white,
With
Little black
Shiny shoes
I skipped up
To the near
Front to
Talk to
Him.
It was a chance
Thing,
To go up there.
Santa sat at
The grand table
With the Snow Queen
& his elves
Eating,
As he does
Every year.
He whispered
In a hushed tone,
My name,
Calling me over…
This was before
We got pictures
Before the elves
Could have
Possibly told him,
No trick in line,
& I went to him
Where he winked
With that special
Knowingness
That only
My Santa
Can have
& wished me
“Happy Birthday.”

My face paled
My mouth
Hung open
Like a stocking
Hung with
Care,
HOW
DID
HE
KNOW???

There was only
One answer
This Santa
Was THE Santa…
& from
That moment forward
There was
No more
Testing…
For we more
Than believed,
We Knew
That he
Was the Real Santa
The Legendary Santa.

To this day
If any child
Or adult for that matter…
Speaks in my presence
That Santa isn't real
I will defend
To my death
That the Real Santa
Lives in Richmond, VA
& he knows my name
& yours
If you go there,
Then he will become
Your Legendary Santa
Too.


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