Somehow, Christmas comes
\nwhen we most need it.
\nI remember Grandma,
\nwhen she took me down to River Street.
\nThe day was dark,
\nan evergreen that time of year
\nin Savannah, near Christmas.
\nShe held my hand tight,
\nand asked if I was cold,
\nand I said no, and yanked my hand away.
\nThen I took hers
\nand we walked slower
\nso as not to tire her.<\/p>\n
She kept talking to Grandpa,
\nwho we\u2019d visit in the cemetery,
\nand she said,
\nthis child\u2019s got to see Santa Claus!
\nAnd I remember some kind of parade,
\npeople hollering,
\nmy Grandmother pausing
\nto take a breath.
\nAnd once I even saw my breath,
\nlike a ghost,
\nbut maybe that was some other time.
\nI thought I was leaving myself,
\nand got scared.<\/p>\n
But I did see Santa Claus,
\nand I think it was raining,
\nbut no one paid attention,
\nand then we stopped for a cinnamon drink,
\nand Grandma asked
\nwhat I wanted for Christmas.
\nI remember I said, you Grandma.
\nI don\u2019t know why I said it,
\nbut she got crying,
\nand I cried,
\nand I learned something then.<\/p>\n
That Christmas and Grandma
\nwere the same thing.
\nWhat I got that year I don\u2019t remember.
\nDon\u2019t matter.
\nNow I take some holly to her
\nat Bonaventure Cemetery,
\nand put it by her head
\nnext to Grandpa,
\nand tell her again,
\nI want you, Grandma.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Somehow, Christmas comes when we most need it. I remember Grandma, when she took me down to River Street. The day was dark, an evergreen…<\/p>\n