A Train Set For Christmas

There was once a time when one of the most commonly asked for toys from Santa was the electric train set. Many older Christmas photographs depict some sort of train set up and running right there, under the tree on Christmas morning. To that end I humbly dedicate the following poem, and wish each and every one of you a wondrous and happy holiday season and a better year to follow.

Twas the morning of Christmas

And there under the tree

Was the train set I begged for

Just waiting for me

The loco had smoke

And a whistle to boot

The push of a button

Would sound a great toot

The headlight would pierce

Through the darkness of night

Even the caboose had its very own light

There were houses and buildings all along the track

My train would fly by me, go around then come back

There were stations and lights and signals galore

That all came to life with my face pressed to the floor

Oh! Thank You Oh! Thank You Dear Mr. Claus

I have one small complaint and this is because

My dad took the controls

The plan is just botched

He runs my train and all I do is watch

Please next year for Christmas, nothing for me

Get a train for my dad so he’ll leave my train set be