The five of us kids looked forward to treat night when on
Thursday evening we watched Bewitched. Samantha twitched her nose,
changing the real into magic, like a fairy godmother, whose waving wand
allowed Cinderella to go to a ball to meet the prince of her dreams.
At our weekly gala, fairy dust sprinkled and we were bequeathed chips of choice
with one can of store brand soda--root beer, cola, orange or lemon-lime.
We children ate our Cheetos and drank our nectar gazing at the black and white screen
as we nestled into an evening of enchanted abundance--all we had ever known.
Then the clock struck midnight and our nine o’clock bedtime,
and as carriage and footmen were but mice and a pumpkin,
as a young woman bolted, leaving behind a slipper--a wisp of hope,
we children fled in tattered bedclothes, a trail of chip crumbs marking our trail.
With chips and pop devoured, tummies full and rings of orange soda lining lips,
we slid between covers and night dreams that hoped our prince would someday come.
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