the man who got away

i don’t think of you as much as I should
but on this day, i do.
for i remember the one christmas we spent together
my brothers and me sitting in the back seat and you

i remember driving around the city in your mercedes
when you said you had to hand out the gifts
to the public servants who waited on street corners
sacks of rice in the trunk and stacks of hundred peso bills

i remember the smiles of gratitude on their faces,
of how proud i felt being your daughter then
you were the man i looked up to so much
how i wished we could do that all over again

but that was the only christmas we ever spent together
and the memories that remain are now so few
like the sound of your laughter and the sight of your smile
and how my whole world revolved around you.

merry christmas, daddy

My Christmas Was Grand. How Was Yours?

So Christmas came and went
and I attended all parties but one
for after driving 250 miles for parties and overnighters
On Christmas day, I was just about done

Hacking and coughing,
not sleeping at all
Saying no to the 5-year old who won’t quit asking,
You could say I’m having a ball

So let me clear up my lungs
People think healing’s just a snap
But at least I can say I met Santa
even though I never got to sit on his lap

There were gifts aplenty
though I’ve long lost count
Santa’s been generous, it seems, this year
Even though his gifts all go on my account

But the 5-year old doesn’t know that yet
and maybe he never will
I just hope he knows he’s staying on the Naughty list
because next year, I won’t be able to foot the bill

So I hope your Christmas was grand
I know mine was okay
I missed one party, so it’s not all bad
Even if the party I missed was on Christmas day.