The Magic of Santa, Seen Through My Father's Eyes
I watched the world shrink to a single glow,
the kitchen light trembling as my dad
whispered the night’s secret into the steam of his coffee.
His eyes—steady as a compass—turned the ordinary
into a map of reindeers, chimneys, and soft‑footed wonders.
In the flicker of the Christmas tree he saw
the pulse of a thousand wishes,
each ornament a tiny planet
that spun on the axis of his smile.
He didn’t just believe Santa; he wove him
into the very fibers of his jacket,
into the curl of his moustache, into the chuckle
that rose when I asked, “Will he really come?”
When snow fell, his gaze caught each flake
as if it were a messenger from the North Pole,
and he taught my small hands to read
the language of frost—“Hush, the sleight of hand,
the sleight of heart,” he’d say, and I listened.
He lifted the wrapped gifts with reverence,
not for the ribbon but for the moment
when my eyes would meet his—two lanterns
igniting the same ancient myth.
In that instant the world stopped its spin,
and a single thought rang clear:
The magic isn’t the man in red;
it is the love that makes his eyes glow brighter
than any starlight, any candle, any dream.
So every December, when the hearth sighs
and the night sighs louder, I look into his eyes
and see Santa—a gentle, glittering promise—
reflected, a thousand times over, in the love that only a father can give.
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The mix of Father Christmas and one's father is nicely done in this poem of Christmas. A nostalgic and warm poem of memories of Christmas. Nicely done Friendship Merry Christmas to you
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You are most welcome and Happy Holidays
Good write, Santa, erm, Friendship! lol.
thank you
Friendship, this poem honors fatherhood as an inheritance of wonder. You let love do the work, letting magic exist not as illusion but as reflection. It’s gentle, luminous, and grounded in something enduring. Beautifully done, dearest friend. And Merry Christmas! 🎄🧑🎄 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you
Beautiful metaphorical language deployed here which creates so many vivid impressions in my mind...another fave of mine.
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