I saw Santa but i left my innocence behind

I saw Santa but I left my innocence behind

When I was a young lad,
Long before the innocence,
Of my world was tarnished,
By the minds of imbeciles and morons,
Disguised as penguins,
Living in dome igloos,
Made out of marble and granite,
Petting fat cats,
Always taking more than their share of the pie,
Leaving only crumbs and future problems for the masses,
It must have been a thirty eight years before that,
I can remember seeing a man,
In a meadow surrounded by bright yellow buttercups,
Reflecting ten thousand suns,
Within my mind,
Even though it was the middle of winter,
At the time my imagination ran wild,
For I was just a child,
A mere half century old,
I am now,
I can still hear the sweet, sweet music,
As twenty seven people,
In sheep wool sweaters,
And frosted faces,
Tapped in unison,
Thirty six feet,
Never missed a beat,
Stomp,stomp, stomp,
Upon the frozen earth,
All wishing for a seat in the Orangeman’s lodge,
For they knew Santa was a beast,
When let loose in this wild land,
Nobody seemed to know the reason why,
Maybe he was jealous over his reindeers,
I heard they were quite warm to cuddle up to,
On a cold winters night,
When the frost stuck to your whiskers,
And burns your skin,
But that’s just a tall tale I over heard,
While putting dead flies,
In my uncles homebrew,
They were so happy,
They thought it was raisins,
Forty nine years ago,
From two days past yesterday,
I saw Santa screaming,
At the top of his lungs,
He was jumping over tables, chairs and people,
Grabbing the local ladies,
Kissing them,
They seemed so happy,
I wondered what Mrs. Claus,
Would think of such behavior,
It seemed to me at the time,
Like he didn’t care,
For if I remember correctly,
He had an axe, a pair of rackets,
And what seemed like my fathers,
Ten gauge shotgun,
He gave me a cribbage board,
It took ten years,
Before I realized I needed a deck of playing cards,
An old Chinese man,
Told me it was an abacus,
He couldn’t stop grinning,
Tell I told him I wasn’t interested in math,
All I wanted was a book of poetry,
But I forgot,
What the hell does a twelve year old,
Want with a book,
Especially poetry,
Bukowski would have been great,
Come to think of it maybe this was Bukowski,
For when he pushed my beautiful,
Cribbage board into my chest,
Grunting Marry Chressmess,
I looked into his eyes,
They weren’t twinkling,
They were really red,
Like a demon I once met when I was seven,
His belly wasn’t like a bowl full of jelly,
It was rather quite lumpy,
Like he had stolen something from Chippys store,
And stuck it inside his jacket,
He didn’t smell of candy canes and molasses cookies,
He reeked of moonshine and tobacco,
I took my gift,
Wiping tears from my eyes,
For I knew Santa wasn’t coming next year,
Or ever again,
As I walked away from the hall,
No longer a lad,
I heard laughter,
Coming from out back,
I sneaked closer to get a better look,
Maybe it was reindeers,
I was a lad once again,
To see Santa’s reindeers,
It was Santa alright,
He was slugging moonshine,
With some local men,
Hard cases they were called,
Stay away from hard cases me son,
Still echoes in my ears,
One man shouted,
Get lost young feller,
If ya nose wats good fer ya,
I walked away,
With my head held high,
Dodging the swear words,
I left my innocence behind,
I was so hoping for that book of poetry,
Maybe when I’m fifty,
Thought I thirty eight years ago
As I walked away…………….

I saw Santa but i left my innocence behind

Rocky Loder

Joined April 2009

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