Poetic Bloomings Christmas

Wonderland

I remember standing on tiptoe

looking into the big plate window

of Glosser Brothers store—

to a magical Christmas wonderland.

Miniature Christmas scenes:

Santa and workshop, busy shoppers,

old fashioned cars and street lamps.

All with moving parts.

And then inside—

the giant dolls I knew I’d never get.

Riding an elevator, floor to floor—

each a world unto themselves.

Then the flood came.

And the Richland Mall.

Then the Galleria.

Johnstown isn’t the same.

The magical place, only foggy memories.

Lets make magical moments

for our children and grandchildren.

even if they’re only temporary.

But at the same time

point to the eternal, to a place

that makes Glosser Brothers

seem drab and dreary.