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The Sneaky Sound of the Christmas Elves

by Rusty C Arquette


I wanted an English Racer 
for Christmas…
today they’d call them 
‘ten speeds,’
but the one I got only had ‘three’…
     [ten speed was a concept 
      yet to come about in ‘63]
English Racers
were the latest thing 
in my neighborhood…
everyone with a Schwinn
or a Raleigh
fat tired bikes with tanks 
and buddy seats
wanted the lightweight
skinny tired speedsters
with a built in tire pump…
they were very cool…
very trendy…
and a lot cooler than
Davey Crockett Coonskin Caps
or flamingo pink Hula-Hoops!
as Christmas gifts go…

it came down to Christmas eve
and no indication of a racer…
I’d searched the obvious spots
then the far fetched spots
but with no luck…
I’d just about given up
on the thought of it appearing…

at thirteen Santa was still 
a remote possibility…
he’d been there in the past 
so in spite of my 
would-be friends
who wanted to let the air out
of the myth by denying him
through a well thought
set of kid reasons…
my response was, ‘bah!’…
     [you know the things
       kids say!]

the stockings were hung
the tinsel hung too…
the tree twinkling with lights
and nothing much was happening…
a quiet Christmas eve…
so I decided to turn in early…
I was actually tired… 
after putting up the tree
and helping to prep the house
for the holiday… 
ready for some shut-eye…

near 11:30
after flopping around in bed
unable to get my eyelids
to stay closed…
I found myself dozing
falling into a welcome sleep…
when a noise outside
disturbed my slumber…

a car door slammed…
then a second…
muffled sounds…
low, like whispering…
out on the driveway
I could make out my dad
and my older brother’s voice…
a grunt or two…
the trunk was closed quietly,
but I knew the sound of
that trunk…
and then the telltale sound
I’d been waiting to hear…

click, click, click, click, click…

as the bike was pushed up 
the front walk to the house…

click, click, click, click, click…

the familiar sound of 
an English Racer….

I was elated…
I almost cried out in 
my excitement, but stifled it
into the pillow on my bed…
carefully crawling to the headboard
I peeked through the
curtain to see the two sneaks
open the front door
and bring in the prize…
I was overjoyed…
I knew now,
without a doubt,
I was getting the
bike of my dreams….

something 
had slipped my mind…

is spite of my joy
my heart suddenly sunk…
for I had realized
what all we true believers 
most come to understand
at one point or another…

not all that is magic is real…
not all that is Santa is magic…
and that the magic in Santa 
was my old man…

Oh, I had a feeling it was true…
I’d heard it enough from the 
mean spirited trolls of my
neighborhood who delighted in 
pulling the wings off fairies
and using elves for baseballs…
but now it was a fact…
dad was Santa…
and life would 
never be the same again…

as much as I loved 
that bike…
it was thereafter a reminder
that I was no longer a little kid…
and that some of the magic
had been taken from the world…

but all was not lost…
I did manage to reclaim some
of the magic 
years later
when I had children of my own
and Santa Claus
suddenly appeared in the 
bathroom mirror…

ho, ho, ho!…

see…
true believers…
Santa lives!

09/02/2003

Author's Note: It's time for the annual Christmas offerings to show up under the PPS tree...here's RCat's first for the current yuletide season...

Posted on 12/03/2006
Copyright © 2024 Rusty C Arquette

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/03/06 at 08:31 AM

Right Santa Dude, the magic becomes too dim, too fast. Believe, believe, believe!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/03/06 at 02:23 PM

Great Santa story in your inimitable style!

Posted by Jean Mollett on 12/08/06 at 02:33 AM

Hi Rusty, I love it. Great Christmas story. Great work.

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 12/08/06 at 05:14 PM

Yes RCat there is indeed a Santa Claus as long as you truly believe...may little ones in your life delight in your ho ho ho. smh

Posted by Delilah Coyne on 12/09/06 at 02:03 PM

I can really relate to this poem! I just couldn't stop reading! You just have such a way with sentimentality in your work. It is so appealing. Santa is real... in the minds of millions of children, so it must be true!! Thanks so much for this!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/12/06 at 03:33 PM

Excellent yultide storytelling Rusty. Great way to end it also...we lose something in learning the truth, but get it back in playing Santa to our own children. Merry Christmas RCat!

Posted by Bethany Lee on 12/21/06 at 03:07 AM

Thanx for reminding me that Christmas is just around the corner...best time of the year!

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