Keep Smiling with Rosie Preston - A poem remembering Santa Claus

December 10, 2020 chris
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By Rosie Preston

This poem was published years ago when Alyse was in high school at the Alabama School of Fine Arts in Birmingham. She also has an MBA from Rollins College. Alyse is the daughter of Anita Hand, whom I was friends with at Gadsden High School many years ago.

Alyse is on the Board of Visitors for the College of Communication & Information Sciences at the University of Alabama and a senior manager of Labor Systems Disney. Now in her 30s, Alyse is married to Chris Goodwin, who also works at Disney.

I Remember

When I was young,

I made snowmen

with button eyes and raisin mouths.

I would pick up icy balls of snow in my

green mittens dotted with holly berries.

On Christmas eve,

the fire would spark with magic

and the Christmas tree would

make the den glow.

Barely knowing how to spell

I would scribble a note to Santa, along with some warm gingerbread and milk.

Christmas morning

is what I remember most.

At five o’clock in the morning,

jumping out of bed and running

to see what Santa had left. I would rip

the wrapping off of gifts and squeal with excitement

at every opening.

This Christmas,

my daughter and I read Christmas stories

on the couch as she looks outside the window, anticipating Santa’s arrival.

I kiss her head and remember

holly berries.

A big shout-out to Anita who helped me get this update about Alyse within minutes!

Keep Smiling, Rosie