AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)


Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Dear Santa

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ edited in Picnik
Carry on Tuesday #84 ~ Carry on Christmas ~ Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

You may have forgotten about me by now.
I was once a child, but now there is just a little child within.

It is that hidden child who is writing to you.

Many many years ago, you gave me a beautiful bridesmaid doll with pretty golden hair.
But I was so disappointed.
I wanted a bride doll.

Strangely I grew to treasure that doll with the wonderful eyes that opened and closed.
I guess you were teaching me to appreciate what I had
Instead of always longing for what I thought I wanted.

I called my bridesmaid Ruth.

Years rolled on
And finally that bridesmaid doll disappeared for awhile.

It was Christmas.
I was about 10 years old.
And there, beneath the tree was
A bride doll.

I was pleased but not excited!
You see!
I thought that this doll was my Ruth
In new clothes.

Now the reason for this letter.
I am not asking for much.
(Let the children thrill to the joy of Christmas!)

But in your travels dear Santa,
Please drop me a note and tell me!

Did bridesmaid Ruth
Finally become
A bride?

And if so

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Nanka said...

Such a lovely poem Gemma!! Every doll has her day and I'm sure Ruth had hers too :)

keiths ramblings said...

What lovely words. If Ruth is masrried, I wonder who the lucky man is?!!



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