This poem is dedicated to my twin grandsons Cameron and Jonathan. Be good boys. Granny loves you.
They found it beneath the Christmas tree,
piled there upon that special morn.
A treasure of the most exquisite beauty
as if from a fantasy it had been torn.
The two that were one their eyes did beam
as the wonderful toy they did see.
"It's mine!" the younger one did scream
"No!" the older one exclaimed "It belongs to me!"
Their father laughed and shook his head
as he watched his twin sons fight.
"The top belongs to you both," he said
and he tried valiantly to make things right.
How their eyes glistened and gleamed
as the top spun around once more.
What wonderful things they each dreamed
of huge castles and a distant shore.
There were dragons and fairies galore
what incredible things they began to see.
As the top danced swiftly across the floor
they engaged in each and every fantasy.
Kingdoms were built and wars were waged.
Fairies were rescued from evil old kings.
Stories became real and plays were staged.
Fish could speak and kittens grew wings.
On through that special Christmas eve night
the two that were one played with one another
Not one unkind word, not one quarrel or fight.
They shared that magic with their twin brother.
Moral of the story you see
It takes a little bit of fantasy
to bring together children every time.
Lack of imagination is the ultimate crime.