59 by harry baker Poetry
I close my eyes, and I'm back in time
To December 25th, '59
A little boy with a heart so light
Excited for Christmas morning and all its delight
I wake up early, before the sun
To see what treasures Santa has done
Under the tree, brightly lit
My eyes widen, it's a perfect fit
A train set, a bike, and toys galore
My heart races, I can't ask for more
I grab my new bike and take it for a spin
Feeling the wind on my face, pure bliss from within
But as the years go by, time moves on
Life gets more complex, and innocence is gone
Responsibilities now weigh me down
The simple joys of childhood nowhere to be found
But in my heart, I hold onto that day
That Christmas morning, so far away
The happiness it brought, the pure delight
Reminds me that life can still be bright
So as I grow older, I'll always keep
That memory close, a treasure deep
In my mind, a reminder of the joy
Of being a child, just a young boy
And though life may change and times may be tough
I'll never forget that Christmas '59, enough
To remind me, no matter how far I roam
The magic of Christmas will always bring me home.