Christmas Memories of Joy

Snow on the window Carols on the radio Glowing soft and

low Tinsel on the table mom and dad pretending that they

didn't see us Peep below and there it was the dream we held

A train set running around the tree A bright new world in miniature

A universe for kids like me and every other magic grew from slinky cores

to Etch A Sketch we lived inside those Christmas mornings Hearts too full

for words to catch all the nights were long but the way

felt right Counting the stars till Christmas light Every decade, every dawn