I remember the Big Red Man,
Oh, I remember him well,
The house was filled with holly and pine,
That fragrance, that smell.
I had to get clean
And dressed for bed.
"Go to sleep, love,
or he won't come,'' my father had said.
His was the ultimate voice of authority,
but I couldn't obey.
During those nights,
I would hear a bump, and not a word I would say.
The Big Red Man had arrived,
I knew.
My eyes were shut.
The boards creaked beneath his shoe.
I wanted to yell, to call out to him.
But I knew I couldn't, for, during those nights, he was the law.
Then when he was gone, I would be so full of excitement,
I had to clench my jaw.
Presents galore,
My family would wake.
We'd play with our presents,
then after church and dinner, tuck into cake.
I remember one time,
after the holidays,
these girls brought in his glasses,
I was amazed and jealous, for I could only gaze.
Though, now, I laugh at those times,
An age ago.
That Big Red Man,
How I miss him so.