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Big Red Plastic Light-Up Santa (December Contest)

He stands across the room
A backlit twinkle in his eyes,
with a glow in his cheeks of polyethylene

Memories rushing forward
of dearest family and friends
Most are still here with me
but too many have departed

The specter of Christmas Past visits,
trying to haunt my thoughts
Despite the spirit’s best efforts
and winter so grey and unrelenting
I am not saddened by their absence

The company of Light-Up Santa
assures that I will still feel
those I’ve lost again
like toes warmed by the fire

Their good memories are permanent
like the smile on the face
of my red plastic Santa

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A well thought out poem of how decorations can send our memories on a journey

Glad you liked this one. Took your advice, and added the contest note - thanks!

Michael Anthony

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This is awesome! This is how I feel each holiday! You captured the feeling perfectly.
Keep up the good work!


Thanks Vivi! Happy Holidays!

Michael Anthony

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and perspective. I like it. :)

"To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's true aim." Oscar Wilde

Thank you Thalassa! Appreciate you sharing your thoughts.


Michael Anthony

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Amazing job! This is a fantastic poem, and congratulations on the win!

"The true alchemists do not turn lead into gold; they turn the world into words." -William H. Gass

Wonderful poem for the Christmas holidays. Congratulations, a well deserved win!
I like the mix of sad and lovely memories. I always have that feeling. Can't help remembering lost loved ones. Toes warmed by the fire is appealing, I remember sitting by the glowing embers when I was a child.
Hope you have a good 2021, keep safe, not sorry! Gracy

"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

Thank you Gracy! I wrote this while looking at my very own light-up Santa, and thinking of how it reminded me of so many Christmases past. This was one of the easier pieces to write since the memories came flooding back.


Michael Anthony

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