My five-year-old boys write letters
letters that beg of video games,
legos, and rock star t-shirts
letters that I cherish
and post on the refrigerator
letters that remind me
of the rudimentary, uneven handwriting
letters I once used to write
letters that begged of dolls and a Barbie bike
color pencils and princess dresses
letters that I wrote, same time every year
until...
the day I discovered the truth
the real meaning of Christmas
the letters stopped
and the celebration began.
