by W Roger Carlisle
On Christmas Eve, my parents and I always put out cookies and milk for Santa. My Dad would sprinkle hay and corn outside to feed the reindeer. I heard hoofbeats on the roof several times in my hyper excited Christmas trance. I remember nights of restless dreaming and never never being disappointed on Christmas morning. That’s how my parents loved me into being.
W Roger Carlisle is a 75-year-old, semi-retired physician. He currently volunteers and works in a free medical clinic for patients living in poverty. He grew up in Oklahoma and was a history major in college. He has been writing poetry for 11 years. He is currently on a journey of returning home to better understand himself through poetry. He hopes he is becoming more humble in the process.