there he is...look

when your niece was
little
you pointed out the window
on Christmas
eve and said look, do you
see him.
there he is,
the sled, the reindeer,
the boxes
stacked tall in the back.
listen you can
almost hear
the jingle, hear him
at the reins
flying from the north pole.
and she looked
and looked at where you
were pointing with a finger
on the cold window
pane, until finally,
she screamed yes, I do.
I see him.
how kind she was to you,
even at that young age.