MERRY QUESTMAS

                                                                  Edward Iacona



                      Once upon a Christmastime

                     That was now many years ago

                     I was thinking about my Christmases past

 With a warm and nostalgic glow. 


I wanted to share my childhood

And all the things I did.

It would give some depth to stories

That start, “Well, when I was a kid…”


A vivid memory of my youth

Combined fun, excitement and pretty

Were those holiday trips with my Mom

To see Christmas in New York City.


We’ll bring the kids to Manhattan

It is really not too far.

Just ‘bout ninety minutes by Long Island rail

Or maybe hours by car.


Time has a way or changing things

I was truly aware of that.

So, I knew there would not be lunch

At the Horn and Hardart Automat.


The giant Pepsi waterfall

Atop Bond’s clothing store

And the smoke ring blowing Camel man

Just don’t exist any more.


We marched to Rockefeller Center

But the big tree missed its mark.

As the kids mentioned to me that

There are huge trees in Hecksher Park.



Of the smiling circling skaters below

This was my children’s take.

While they agreed that it looked like fun

That at home there is a frozen lake.


On a bitter cold winters day

Young kids don’t give a heck-o

About the gold statue of Prometheus

Or anything that’s Art Deco.


I knew that in the best toy department

There would be no displays by Lionel.

Those are probably replaced by video games

And electronic joys they wish to sell.


We went to the “World’s Largest Store”

With all the anticipation my heart employs.

But, while Santa still has “Santaland”,

The mighty Macy’s no longer sold toys.   


The animated holiday window displays

They were still welcome to be found.

But unlike the days I remembered

There were few people gathered ‘round.


For all the walking, wind and cold

It is with mixed feelings a make this query.

Would Edgar Allen Poe ever think to write

“Once upon a Christmas cheery…”


So my Christmases are only in my mind

The reality has gone to Good Bye Land.

And, now I know better than to try and show

What was my Coney Island.

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