Christmas 1960

1 Dec

by Nancy Scott

Her smaller hands
always found the orange
and the box of animal crackers
in the stocking given by Ingersoll-Rand.
Her father played Santa
with five other men,
their padded success disguised.
She was not put in the wrong line
to sit on her own father’s lap,
to hear magic
from a voice she knew too well.
She knew the tap
of the wind on the roof
would be


Nancy Scott, Easton, PA, is an essayist and poet.  Her over-500 bylines have appeared in magazines, literary journals, anthologies and newspapers, and as audio commentaries.  Her third chapbook, co-authored with artist Maryann Riker, is entitled “The Nature of Beyond.”


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