Gray cast morning.
Screeches! and chirps from children and birds
drift in window
as crowds flood Greenleaf
now a street for Christmas packaged floats
and marching bands.
Santa hats and sweatshirts
dash here and there like elves
as seen from my two-story perspective.
In between car revvvs band noise begins
slowly turns to music.
Big brass echoes follow the boom
and rat-a-tat of drums.
Heads move and sway
like river reeds.
Party ready they lead the way for Santa.
Up here there is no glimpse
of the little fat man in his red suit.
One lonely yellow-turning tree
spans across his mini North Pole on wheels.
Soon the last band strikes its first note
as sky brightens to the putter of Santa’s
gasoline powered float.
At the end
orange-shirted, white-gloved men
to the Honk! Honk!
of the street sweeper.
© 2002 Joanne Elliott
This past Saturday was Whittier’s annual Christmas Parade so I share a past experience.
Merry Christmas, Happy Yule, Winter Solstice…