Grown Up

Last year he wanted building blocks,

and picture books and toys, and saddle horse that gayly rocks, and games for little boys,

But now he is big and all that stuff his whim no longer suits.

He tells us that he is old enough to ask for rubber boots.

Last year whatever Santa brought

delighted him to own;

he never gave his wants a thought,

nor made his wishes known.

But now he says he wants a train, a train with a caboose.

Besides he still demands a pair of big, black rubber boots.

The baby that we used to know has somehow slipped away.

And when and where he changed to go not one of us can say.

But there is a helter-skelter lad  that to me nightly scoots,

and boldly demands that Santa bring him a pair of rubber boots.

I'll bet old Santa Claus will sigh when down the chimney he comes,

and seek the babe that used to lie and suck his little thumbs,

and finds within that little bed a grown up boy who hoots

at building blocks, and wants instead a pair of rubber boots.











Link to


English Christmas Poems, Songs and Stories

 from an old book I found at a rummage sale.

Six Engl. Christmas Songs, sing along

Angels, we have heard on high

More English Christmas Sing along

Christmas Prayer & Gospel

Three Wise Men Journeyed

Away in a Manger, English and German

A Christmas Wish

An Oldfashioned Home

Christmas Shopping

A Letter to Santa

Pa did it

The Shadowtown Ferry

A Beautiful Gift

Symbols of Christmas

Christmas 50 Years ago

Christmas Bells

Santa Claus

When its just 2 weeks to Christmas

The Toys of Yesterday

The ring of skates

Winter Scenes


Christmas comes but once a year
Snowflakes are swirling