Quote ”Expensive gifts are no substitute for love nonetheless a thoughtful gesture on one’s part leaves a lasting impression especially on a child.” By Poet



In my childlike innocence I was magically transfixed,
by this spherical  glass object so stunning in its Jack Frost pattern,
prismatic snowflakes that mystic magic carousel spellbound,
Christmas reindeer coterie that  cast a wide charm bijou wink,
nirvana within luminous tantalising universal infant pneuma,
layer on layer of compacted fallen snow as aftermath surreal,
then weighty rucksack on Santa’s back  of glitter tie band bundles, in  boot slush transit knee-deep in annual mirth,
December pageant peering deep inside my mental cavern of  cartoon fun,
reassuring hug from  both parents is the essence of goodwill season ethos lofty,
they beamed with festive warmth so  noble when watching me,
touch and glide that silken urchin hand of mine impish, 
on a prized hypnotic treasure captivating in its glow world sheen,
with its gilt-edged gallery of down the ages Noel  features bountiful,
it had  this  red cheek sprightly offspring gazer in a trance,
a token souvenir star dazzle as eternal recall dwelling  cosset,
including mesmeric Yuletide batch  of swoon and sway serenades and tunes, 
chorus boom o’er ice chill  swathe  from dome mould  gift,
enough to goad and prompt that beneficial item  I yearned for,
from benign folk Elysian who lavish so much radiant attachment without curb,
especially at foot of tree swaddled present to whet the curious,
till Doomsday nipper awestruck by dream fetish awash with flair,
cute whirl and swirl toy gadget a nebula for me the tiny tot, 
whose imagination swept to the furthest North Pole sighting and beyond.