Alive Tonight Christmas

I remember tinsel on the basement tree. The ones that fell on me.

Sparkling soft in the fireplace glow, I watched in wonderment. Paper chains,

glue on my hands and knees. Crafting up Christmas long ago. Colored lights blink

on old panel walls. December felt bigger than the world could hold.

Every dream wrapped up in red and gold is Christmas morning here yet.

It seemed to stretch on forever. Hand-me-down sweaters, the vinyl on repeat.

Snow in the driveway, boots by the heat. Simpler days that

just felt easier then. We didn't have much, but we had