Candy canes hung from the tree—though they were never tasted,
were packed away to use next year, so they were never wasted.
Sugar ribbons, butterbrickle, candies tinged with clove—
In between the thrust-out arms of other kids we wove
to get our bag from Santa, driven down the streets,
in the back of a convertible, dispensing bags of sweets.
More candy gone uneaten, yet pretty in a dish
set out for guests, who always said they didn’t wish
to ruin their appetite for turkey, but if the truth were told,
they, too, knew that the candy was unsavory and old.
Thank Santa, then, for stockings with chocolates in the toe
to sink our teeth into to change the candy status-quo.
For Tourmaline’s Daily Countdown to Christmas Challenge