My Childhood Christmas Eve


My Childhood Christmas Eve

Our house

Was crowded

Women in the kitchen

Men in the front room playing cards

Before our bedtime

The women came into the front room

Asked my father to sing

I remember the smiles of his voice

We kissed my father and mother

Went to bed

The room was cold and dark

The excitement made me warm

I looked through the frosted window

The glinting stars made tiny rosettes

Voices in the lane

Men leaving McHughs pub

Talked their way into our room

We listened to the laughter

I went to sleep

And Santa came

The following May

My uncle told us

Our father had died

And nothing would ever be the same again.