Big Red Plastic Light-up Santa

He stands across the room

illuminated from the back

a glow in his cheeks of polyethylene

Memories rushing forward

of dearest family and friends

Most are still here with me

but some have departed

When they visit my thoughts

at this peppermint time of year

I am not saddened by their absence

though winter will not relent

The twinkle in his eyes

his painted face blushing

assures that I will still feel them

like toes in wool socks

Their memories are permanent

like the smile on the face

of my red plastic Santa