Train Sets were always the coolest gift
I mean, I never got one
but that's what the movies say
now I ride trains daily
monotonous jumble of
commute.work.commute. sleep.
a ******
brains get swallowed whole without my morning Joe
but there was a time...
...there was a time when
I rode that Polar Express to bliss
crazed off hot chocolate
golden ticket in hand
then
I slipped on ice caps
instead of sleeping on beaches
dreaming up Mad Hatter candy mogels
then
Tom Hank's voice was the patter of reindeer
and magic was cast by wizards
not scientists
A White Beard
wise as Gandolf & Dumbledore
specked with canyons of God
would laugh jolly into a nation
into a season
into that dusting galaxy of a child's eye
that beard
holy and revered
would laugh humanity into a rattled world
slipping down chimneys
it would leave propaganda of hope
in the form of trainsets
No, I never got one
but I loved that beard
and the silver bells on its sleigh
they are voiceless now
but I keep them for their shine
I miss those days
...sometimes...
I think about them on my train rides
wishing I had a different destination