A knock from the door echoed about,
Quiet tapping crescendos to a moderate banging
Slowly we crept the door open and soon see
Sweet cherub faces giggling and smiling.
They break out into a spirited song
In four part harmony of children’s voices
“Up on the house top….” And they continued.
We laughed and joined in with them,
They grinned and kept on singing too.
It was a touch of holiday cheer
On a warm Florida winter day.
That’s the first time I’ve ever been caroled!!
Filling my dreams full of hope;
Your smile inches from mine;
Hearts beating wildly, we embrace.
I could feel your warmth surround me;
Your cheek gently brushing against me.
How tempted I am to run to you,
If only it were time
and your arms were open.
Good night, sleep well, hold me tight;
Hope I’ll see you in my dreams tonight.
Today I paused
for a man I never knew.
I mourned his passing as
my eyes filled with tears.
My heart broke with the news;
He lost his battle against himself;
Suicide and now gone too soon.
I admired his talent, his skill;
It’s another reminder how
Someone can seem to have it all
And still be fighting a war so fierce.
Snow, glistening and white, sparkles in midday sun.
Fields with inches deep covered by glittery powder.
Douglas firs reach arms to the sky,
Their swaying arms holding clusters more of the chilled flakes.
As the heat of the day invades, the boughs give way,
And scatterings of snow falls to the earth below.
No birds or beasts to be found.
But the moments are quiet and soft,
Just piles of snow and trees galore.
On the road to Leavenworth.
Hi everyone! Thank you for reading my posts and following me as I wander through the little world inside my head.
I will be taking a break starting tomorrow through the holidays from blogging. I may jump on and share a tidbit or two now and then, but the dailies are going to fall away as the busyness of the season and travel take over.
I wish you all a beautiful season of merriment and joy. May the new year find you in good spirits, health, and company!
Marshmallows float in the sweater cup;
A wintery warm treat awaits inside.
Smooth and velvety, she swirls rich liquid.
Smells of chocolate, vanilla and cinnamon
And pleasant warmth of the cup in her hands.
Why do we wait until winter for such finery
Like this perfect cup of hot cocoa?
Rip, rip, rip. The seam was well hidden inside. But the dress needed altering; it must be done. The flowing red plaid skirt puffed about as she separated the black velvet top from the skirt.
She sighed. How she hated to pull a brand new garment apart. The top was a sloppy fit. But the skirt was too perfect. So stitch by stitch, she carefully separated the dress into two pieces.
Finally the dress fell into two parts. She looked at the black velvet top. There was no way to remake it to fit her, so she tossed it aside.
The crisp fabric of the plaid skirt surrounded her. Red, silver, white and black threads woven into a tartan pattern. Gently she removed the stray threads and checked the edges lined up all the way around the waist.
A few stitches would get the skirt ready to wear. Now the search was on for a black blouse fitting to wear with it. Finding two online, she ordered them with the hopes they would arrive on time.
A back up dress already hung in the closet; her trusty standby. However she wanted to shine this year in something new, something different. Christmas dinner was only a few weeks away. Here’s to holiday soirées!
The shelves and racks overflow with gifts galore,
but the search for that one special toy alludes.
Clothes and shoes, and even more abound,
but that pink top cannot be found.
How is it we have so much stuff,
but what we have isn’t what we want?
It’s all the leftover unwanted things
from which we must choose.
Maybe a shopper’s delight, digging the piles,
but for me and my mate, it makes us tired.
Finally, that one toy magically appears,
and that little shirt peeks out at last.
Christmas gifts for little ones done.
I hope it makes their wishes come true.
“Give it a shake!” The salesclerk coaxed her. “Watch the magic unfold!”
The little girl gently tilted and shook the snow globe. When she set it back up, the snow swirled around the trees and the small family of deer prancing in the forest scene.
Her brown eyes stared intently, seeing other woodland creatures come into view. She felt a small little chill in the drafty store. It made her feel she was right there, standing on a snow bank watching it all unfold.
A strong but soft hand rested on her shoulder. She looked up, then pointed to the shelf.
“Sofia, we need to go. Maybe later, okay?” Her father looked over to the door. “We’re already late.”
She took a final look, then shook her head. She slipped her hand in his as he led her out of the shop. Off they went to see grandma, and soon the snow globe was a distant memory.
Wonder, wide-eyed wonder, filled innocent eyes.
Children grew huge smiles and danced about.
The adults waved behind giddy laughter.
Ever gracious, they’d wave and smile back.
Who would have guessed, this December eve,
we’d all come in to see in the middle of the restaurant
the season’s famous couple, Mrs. Claus and Santa!
Their presence brought everyone great cheer.
Everyone respected their time to eat.
Awestruck, patrons watched Santa finish his plate
full of tasty enchiladas and papas con chile.
As they left, they even posed for pictures
with those brave enough to ask.
It’s amazing what great cheer can be felt
by the magic of the holiday!
Dawn Renee Writes 