On a Christmas Eve
some eighty years ago
I quietly descended the stairs
and peeked into our living room
to see my father
setting up an electric train
in front of our Christmas tree.


No one saw me.


And to this day
my sojourn downward
while holding onto the bannister
has remained a secret.


After the revelation
of a the sure-to-be morning gift
I returned to my bed
but did not sleep much
the rest of the night.


I remember the excitement of that morning
and making the train go round and round its tracks.


I have no idea what happened to that train.


As my years went by
I found replacements for excitement.


So much have I forgotten
but some memories are gems
and they gleam forever
when seen by those
who cherish them.

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