By Pat L.
Starsky singing "Rudolf the Rednose Reindeer"
Visions of euphoric sentimentalism rush through his head
A time long past, promises not kept
The true meaning of Christmas lost
Maybe next year?
Seven years old, sitting at the piano
"Rudolf the Rednose Reindeer" brings a smile
A mothers words, "Kenny, you're much too good for
that."
"But I want to play, mother. It's fun. Oh, all
right."
Maybe next year?
Thirteen years and growing, watching the falling snow.
"Grandpa and I are going to get a tree, Dad, want to
come?"
"I'm sorry, I mean... father. Will you come?"
Too many promises to keep. More important things to do.
Maybe next year?
Eighteen and grown, world-weary and sad.
"Didn't you like the car? The best money can buy."
"I don't understand you. What more do you want?"
"Just your love, Dad. I'm sorry, I mean...
father."
Maybe... next year?