Oct 28 2008
SANTA’S HAT
SANTA’S HAT
By: Cynthia DiSciullo and William Zigmont
Sunshine leaned back into her comfy overstuffed chair,
Felt the amber glow and warmth of the fireplace there
The magic of a youthful mind is so very scrumptious and delicious
A charming place things are really-real even if they are fictitious
Rambleton Acres felt a jolt of winter’s mighty breath and gale
Which now becomes the back-drop of this cutesy child’s tale
Snow and cold had frosted the windows and whitened the yard
Icicles hung from the eves like shark’s teeth all pointy and hard
Beneath her seasonal blanket she tucked her leg under and said,
“Why, oh, why are hats worn by Santa Claus just white and red?”
Sunshine closed her eyes and traveled in the beauty of her fertile mind
In hopes of an answer but instead possibilities is what she’d find
In the corner of her mind’s room stood dapperly dressed Saint Nick
His pants pleated, and his coat adorned by epaulettes the color of brick
Four brilliantly polished stag-head buttons held the sable coat snuggly tight
And his boots were more the slipper, ornate much the festive delight
But it was the hat, the most unique hat that caught the child’s mind’s eye
Its minutia of intricate detail was the reason and the only reason why
Alas, an unusual coiffure of white framed it as might holly beneath a bow
The traditional hat was not that any more, for she imagined a sideshow
A snowman with a full bristled broom, held in arms thin for they were stick
Eyes and crooked smile coal, scarf plaid, a carrot nose, sporting a cowlick
The mailbox wore a red hat, showing Santa ringing a bell bedecked in
A swan covered shirt, a gingerbread neck tie held with a wreath tie-pin
The details of the hat revealed that four frogs sat on block spelling noel
The chorus singing from parchment songbooks the song Jingle Bell
A tiny rocking horse covered in cloth, the print poinsettia and holly on white
Wore a red bow, matching ribbon it rein and a white mane trimmed tight
A Christmas raccoon was placing a glow star on the top of an orange tree
Four teddies looked on, their vest’s button of star shaped shimmered glee
A woman’s handbag sat beneath that tree shaped exactly like the tree it sat below
Fifteen and twenty pine cone cluttered in a pile circled by a train, chuggin’ slow
Carrying a drum, wrapped presents, a pup, a kitty, four birds, a sled, and mittens
If you looked in one car’s window you’d see a girl sitting with three kittens
To the left, just above the brim, a girl was pulling her sled on shiny gliders
On it was one red-headed dolly, a stuffed bear and penguin as lucky riders
Look hard and you will see an old typewriter with paper in its carriage that said,
“Dear Santa…” and two mice were depressing the keys in dresses red-on-red
There do you see it, yes, a mouse turning a wheel, grinding coffee a holiday blend
One can easily imagine it must be a special gift for a very special friend
Standing alone on a frozen pond of ice is one lone snowman completely colored blue
Blue jays abound a blue birdhouse, blue top hat, scarf, coat, mittens, blue, too
A Christmas seal wears, yellow ear muffs that match in color to hand muff of a miss
She shyly turning her head beneath the mistletoe avoiding a beau’s frisky kiss
Duck… duck… goose… duck… duck… swan… all about to fly if you holler
Look closely and notice wreaths, bows, bells and bears are hanging from their collar
Three skunks are marching two carrying signs, one reading “I heart snow!”
The other, “I brake for reindeer!” while the drummer skunk-boy tympanis slow
In the far corner up near the tips ball is a huge up-dumped gold Santa sack
And all the things she saw were flowing from the wonderful Christmas pack
Her whimsical thoughts were interrupted by the call of her older brother
“Sunny, it is time for us to go, ready to visit our wonderful great grandmother?”
Sunshine looked around the room, smiled, fluffed her curls, and rose from her chair,
Neatly folded the blanket, covered Wally, and then winked to the teddy bear
