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I Never Owned a Tamagotchi
In my childhood there was never a moment
I questioned my belief Santa Claus instead
I simply believed he didn’t stop on my roof.
I wondered whether he couldn’t find the stainless stove chimney pipe
slightly bent from age
or whether the moss that hid the peeling shingles
were just a risk he couldn’t take.
I never lay restless in bed
staring up at the ceiling
fighting sleep by justifying my wakefulness
as praying for those expensive gifts
any child of the 90s wanted
a Creepy Crawlers oven
a Game Boy Color.
Instead I was praying to hear sleigh bells
a reindeer cough
that guttural laugh as he landed on the neighbors rooftop
confirming that I’d simply done something wrong.
I’d spend each Christmas Eve secretly praying
that this is the year he’d come to my house.
I guess I always knew I was not on his naughty list
because I never had coal under the tree.
I just felt forgotten.