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I lay in my bed
My wife on my right
As we wait and we wait
For the still of the night
The children are sleeping
The house has gone still
“It's time” my love whispers
My heart feels a thrill
“Let's go, Hermione!
There's no time to waste!
We must bring in Christmas,
Come now make haste!”
I unearth the gifts
We had wrapped up with care
Then careen towards the tree
Ribbons falling down stairs
I hear her sweet laugh
As she adds to the pile
“You love muggle Christmas!”
I see her sweet smile
As I dress all the stockings
My pulse is too quick
It takes so much work
To be old saint Nick
We take bites of each cookie
Hermione had baked
With the help of our daughter
Sweet Lyra, just eight
She'd asked her today
“Mom, is Santa real?”
Her voice was so solemn
Such a serious feel
And my wife
Oh my wife
Had taken her hands
And asked
“Are you ready to be part of our plans?”
Lyra had nodded
And Hermione had said
“Santa is real,
Not a person, instead–
He's here in our hearts
As we bless those we love
Though I swear I saw once
His sleigh up above.”
Our sweet daughter nodded
And ran off to play
Is this her last year for Santa?
I push that thought away
I'm brought back to the present
By a tap on my back
I turn from the tree
And feel my jaw go slack
“Merry Christmas Mr. Clause.”
Hermione says with a grin,
She's wrapped up in green satin
Looking like sin
“You've been such a nice boy
You've earned your spot on that list
Now it's time to be naughty
With a Christmas Eve tryst.”
She sways up the stairs
And I'm torn right in two
I have more plans as Santa
What's a man to do?
I call softly to her
“I'll be up in a bit
I promise I'll unwrap
Your stunning green gift”
She blows me a kiss
Then leaves me be
She knows that this part
Is important to me
I look up at the tree
See the ornaments turn
Twinkling with memories
I never thought I would earn
The man I am now
With a family he loves
Looks back through the years
Towards the sad man I was
As I count out each blessing
Tears spring to my eyes
I sit for a while
In the glimmering lights
And then I get up
Adjust boxes just so
Race up the stairs
One more present to go
I open the door
And approach our large bed
My wife's fallen asleep
Curls amassed on her head
I smile a soft smile
Get ready to rest
Looking forward to holding
The one I like best
I try to slip in beside her
Ready to give thanks
But something's in my way
It's fucking Crookshanks