My Last Christmas As A Boy
by Don Tyson
It was Christmas day.
I was twelve, soon to be thirteen.
It was wonderful.
I got the cowboy suit that I wanted.
Outside it was sunny and bright,
So I was out in my glory,
Complete with cap guns
Strapped down to my legs.
I was Roy, and Gene, And Hoppy all in one
As I chased my brother and hid
Between the stoops of the row houses
All the way down the block and back.
It was all I had dreamed about for months.
Times were tough, but Santa (Mom)
Was faithful to grant my wish.
As I played I realized
That things would soon change.
I was to enter my teens and
Boyhood had to end with my birthday.
It did and so did our life as we knew it.
But I will always cherish
The memory of that day.
The good cowboys won all the battles
On my last Christmas as a boy.
Copyright ©2003 Don Tyson
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