I remember walking to midnight mass with the snow hitting my face .
Every window had a tree with lights and stockings hung on the fireplace .
I used to think that Santa had a hard job getting down some chimneys .
Icicles clung to the edge of water spouts that always seemed to freeze.
Old men with walking sticks, scrunched their faces, for fear of having a fall .
It was a slippy road to church and there was no rest for one and all .
Ah sure at Christmas we all made the effort to be there I suppose .
Workmen stood around open fires rubbing their hands as the smoke arose .
There were those who never went to mass .
We said a prayer for their soul .
After mass we went home where we put a shovel of slack on the coal .
We went to bed and it was twelve below and Santa was on his way .
I remember waking up , running down the stairs .
It was Christmas Day .
Screaming .
"Look what I got: !"
We were lucky .
We felt specially chosen .
Nothing moved outside in the street and the water pipes were still frozen .
As the slack was poked some flames leapt up and I thought ,
Santa has it tough .
Christmas in the winter and as a child it was all just magic stuff
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-12-17 06:56:58
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