Holiday Doors of Springfield The development of Springfield Commons, located across from South Hills Village and just off Route 19, is edged on one side by the natural landscape of the Gilfillan Homestead. It is especially convenient to education and leisure amenities in Upper St. Clair. A development that began in the 70s, each home boasts individuality with a myriad of traditional and modern architecture. Springfield residents embrace their neighborhood and decorate their doors in celebration of the winter season.
Do You Believe? Bah! Humbug! I say, this Christmas Eve For I am that one boy who does not believe. I’m eleven years old, I know what it’s about I’ve come of age, I can figure things out. Sure, I’ve sent my letter to good ole Saint Nick I won’t tell my brother, that’s too mean a trick! I’ll allow him sweet dreams tonight in his head While I toss and turn in my own big boy’s bed. How foolish it is to imagine such a sight As a Santa with reindeer and sleigh in the night, Alighting rooftops, all covered with snow Then with a big sack, down the chimney he’ll go. Ha! Ha! I do laugh, Do they think I’m a fool? I sure don’t believe, let the little ones drool. Suddenly, from up above, there was such a clamor I had goose bumps galore, and my heart it did hammer. It can’t be, it can’t be, it must all be a dream Have I been the dumb one? I asked with a scream. I jumped out of bed, I stood straight and tall Then I ran through the doorway and out in the hall. I descended the staircase at such a quick pace Then I glued both my eyes on that old fireplace. Through the ashes and soot, someone came into sight A jolly round man with a beard fluffy white. This just cannot be. He is not really here. I stood there and watched with a heart full of fear. He began placing some packages under the tree For my parents, my brother, but none were for me. He filled only three stockings; mine he left bare. How can he do this, does he think I don’t care? Then I recalled who it was that did not believe In the magic that happens on each Christmas Eve. I fell down on my knees and started to pray, Santa Claus, Santa Claus please don’t go away. I believe, I believe in each thing that is true. Give me one more chance, I will always love you! He had finished his task and was ready to go. Then he stopped in his tracks, why I don’t know. He left three more boxes, filled my sock to the brim, It was then that I knew how I trusted in him. He gave a nod of his head, as if he did agree Then he started his climb, back up the chimney. I rushed off to the window and I heard him say Merry Christmas Johnny, a merry Christmas today! —Jay Walsh, retired Eisenhower Elementary custodian Winter 2011
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