The Christmas tree lights illuminated the room,
The food remained half eaten:
A feast fit for the millions of people
Who had finally left,
Leaving tiny, fading footprints
In heavy fallen snow.
In the room with the captivating lights sat a girl,
Glad all the aunts had left with their bright red lipstick kisses
And blistering cheek pinches.
Ones that made her hide in her father's closet-
Rich in smell of a missed man.
She sat, in her poofy green dress
Curly auburn piggy-tails
With a book, her favorite,The Velveteen Rabbit.
She watched the pictures of a ragged bunny transformed
Into the real by a beautiful, sacred fairy.
She desperately wished she could witness a miracle like that...
She heard whimpers in the next room,
She stood on tiny toes and softly danced to her mother's bedroom.
The door was open but a crack
And her almond eyes peered in:
You'd think there would've been a note
Or men standing at the door
There only was a beautiful woman,
Drowned in sorrow, hate, lonliness
Holding their tiny gem,
Who just asked why daddy couldn't be there.
Mama's tear-stained face made her enter in,
And comfort golden locks
And tell why daddy wasn't there-
He had to go away for a while
To fight for...
America, freedom, liberty, life?
But she didn't fully understand these things and Mama just cried more.
They all embraced each other and let Mama cry
Daddy told her to be good to take care of Mama
No matter what
Then he left
The baby came
And two Christmases passed....
There was a knock at the door.
Mama's muscles tensed up
Like she always did
At a knock at the door.
They all stood up Mama composed herself,
Wiping wet mascara all over.
Then Mama opened the door
Expecting the worse tidings so far...
But all stood in awe
At the dark silhouette
Dressed in a soldier's uniform.
Mama let out a gasp and started to cry some more-
The small little child finally understood why he left,
And found the intangible miracle she'd been looking for.