*Spoiler alert!* This is a serial - don't jump into the middle! Part I is here.
I made some tea. For me, and Santa Claus.
"So how'd you get..." he must have read my face,
And answered me without a moment's pause:
"Inside? I'm pretty good with time and space."
So then I asked, "Well, why is it you're here?"
"I'm looking for your kids, you know" he said.
"They're at their mother's."
"Yes, that much is clear."
"You're going there? They're probably in bed."
"I will. But then you know, they're old enough,
To tell them both the truth. I don't exist.
Once they've known ambiguity, it's tough
To justify a good-kid, bad-kid list."
"Oh. Ambiguity. That's my divorce."
He gave a rueful smile and said, "Of course."
- End of Part VI -
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The conversation here is intriguing ... and so you are dealing with this right now? The decision of whether to tell them - or not - of Santa Claus ... the reality of him?
But what really is the reality of Santa Claus, I wonder???
You are crafting a beautiful and magical but also very real story here, DB.
This is sooooo good, DB. Little Kate, trilogy, and I have gone from suspense to anticipation. Does that make sense? (I often ask myself that question.)
It's been some time since a poem has had me so caught up. Shades of Edgar Allen Poe. I'm waiting for Santa Claus to say "Nevermore".
( I don't mean to imply that you are imitative. I mean to imply that your poem is that good.)
Sharing a rueful smile is one of those small things that make the world go around.
Kate: the best piece of advice I've heard from anyone - and I quoted in a comment the other night - Write what you know. And thank you for your enthusiastic response.
trilogy: It wasn't really my idea. He just waltzed in and asked. What was I going to say, no?
dlv: Thanks, early favorite. Your comment is a great treasure. And don't hurry, we'll wait for you here.
Dave: All I know is I'm having a lot of fun writing it. If it's as good as you say, then I am having twice as much fun. Thank you for your kind compliment.
anna1: Yes indeed. Tea. Personally, I drink too much of it. But you are right, it's very real.
Antoinette: thanks for staying with me on that. I'm watching my kids pick up on the concept of not-all-bad, not-all-good. It's a long process.
Pilgrim: Yes and he dispenses *free advice* to all the good little grownups at Christmastime!
Lea: Thank you! It won't be long now... (after all, I HAVE to finish it by the 24th)
Leon: sometimes, just for fun, I take your comment to Google. Tonight I found this - apparently he's in the Guinness Book: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hundred_Thousand_Billion_Poems
catch: I've ordered a case for the season. Here's to you.
Thank you everyone. Nightly, and delightedly.
and, those two last lines! damn!