Saturday, 31 December 2016

WHERE MY CHRISTMAS PRESENTS WERE HIDDEN AS A KID...

Mum’s Wardrobe At Christmas

It had hidden depths.
Was it mahogany?
Dark and foreboding, anyway.
Huge, heavy, hulking,
With a small key.
But I knew with certainty
Where some of my Christmas presents would be…

They were hidden beneath
A clothing miscellany.
Hands were fumbling, anyway.
Quiet, quick, quaking,
New annuals to spy.
But I savoured the opportunity
Then withdrew hastily, quite nervous and spry…

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It was always the same. 
The ‘Roy of the Rovers’ annual and the ‘Charles Buchan’s Football Annual’ would be bought by my parents some weeks before Christmas and I usually found them hidden in mum’s dark and huge wardrobe, when she had popped to the shops on Saturday mornings. 
I would check they were still there at every opportunity.
Never though, would I peek inside. Just touch and hold them, before replacing them beneath the material and clothing at the bottom of the wardrobe. 

And still I showed surprise when the wrapped books were opened on Christmas morning…

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