Christmas is coming, and joy fills the air,
For carols to sing and gifts to prepare,
And the blessing of children who mirror delight
With wide-eyed sweet innocence like halos of light.
Gay stockings hung neatly hint of Santa’s old chore,
While mistletoe sprigs dip low ‘ore the door
And a fire crackles warmly inviting us near
To bask in the love that holds us all year.
Friends drop in often to share with us too,
Warm cookies, hot cider, and hugs not a few
And the tree twinkled brightly promising cheer
Not only for Christmas, but all through the year.
Picture and poem by MarieWinter Scene Dec. 2017