Golden lights dance
around small ornaments.
Bright paper cringes under hands,
New and old.
So much time and love spent,
as tiny flakes of almost glass
Dwindle down from the cold.
Sweet cinnamon rolls devoured
Straight out of oven.
Christmas of years past
Return in memory.
This is time for
cards "with love" not "sincerely."
Wet snow pants and boots
Stampede in the house.
With smiles and giggles all about.
Running through the home no longer
"As quiet as a mouse"
As bright star sparkles upon the tree,
I think "This is where I always want to be."
