It Was The Day After Christmas - A Poem: by Alexander Fidelibus (my father)
It was the day after Christmas, the excitement had lessened
But there was one little girl who had lots of questions
She'd received many gifts and presents galore
In fact all she asked and even more.
She pondered and questioned, "How can this be?
How did these presents get under my tree?"
She knew Santa brought them, as he had in the past
But how could he perform such an impossible task?
For she knew for a fact, reindeer can't fly.
So how could they maneuver through the night sky?
And just how many presents could he put in his sleigh?
For all the world's children?
Would they fit?
"No way"
And how could he, Santa I mean,
Go down the chimney and still stay clean?
Make all these deliveries in just one night's work
Come on, let's get real, do you think I'm a jerk?
No way could this happen
No way could this be
It would take such a miracle as you ever would see
Then she paused and reflected
What is Christmas for?
It's a birthday celebration no less and no more
And exactly what did the birthday boy do?
Why he performed miracles, for me and for you
And if he made the land, sea and sky
he certainly could make a reindeer fly
Delivering presents could be easily done
He could certainly create Santa, if he created the sun
Her questions were answered, her mind was at rest
This birthday celebration was simply the best
I hope you enjoyed my father's Christmas poem from his book:
A Bricklayer's Inspiration: Art and Verse for the Rest of Us
When I was a little girl I would tell my father, "You are the most talented dad in the world. You can draw, write poems, sing, dance, juggle, play the piano and harmonica; there is nothing you can't do."
Years later I am still saying the same thing.
I hope you buy and enjoy my dad's collection of original poems and art work he has created over the years. It will take you on a journey of his life and his love of my mother, Gloria.
