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
reindeer.

 

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.”

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: