I was a child, I would write
a long long Christmas list.
would tell him about all
dolls, games, and the kitchen set
came with ten of the same dish –
Easy Bake Oven, a chalkboard, and a doll
spoke over 100 words.
wanted so much then – the trees, the clouds,
sky, and even the birds.
Christmas Day Santa never let me down,
always got what I asked for –
ten speed bike, a baby carriage, everything
could imagine and even more.
I decided I wanted to talk to Santa
meet him face to face
wanted to say “Thank you” for all
gifts he left at my place.
one day he came to me and he
nothing like I thought.
was no red suit. He wore khakis
a shirt he told me he’d just brought.
was tall, kind of thick with a mustache
he wasn’t white at all.
had round eyes, a thin beard, and he was black
like the ones you see at the mall.
had a great sense of humor and kept
me laugh with his many jokes.
had a funny story to tell
his friends and even his kin folks.
was so happy to see Santa. I couldn’t believe
had always been in my house.
right! Santa was my FATHER,
Allen Terry without a doubt.
THANK YOU DADDY FOR BEING MY BLACK SANTA.