Snow on the ground,
a fire in the hearth,
throughout the house the chatter of mirth.
around and around,
the joy of the day in every sound.
Dogs and cats and a tree in the house,
over stuffed stockings, no room for a mouse.
Carols and bells float through the air,
mixing with aromas sweet and fair.
It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas,
and to all a good night,
as we wait for the New Year
for our dreams to take flight.
Christmas Poem, 2017
No fears, confusions or the chill of frost
Can steal what’s true and can’t be lost.
True love may hide but will again be found
When Christmas time comes around.
It’s that twinkle in the eye
Whether things are fine or go awry.
It’s the little things, like a friendly touch
That seem so slight but mean so much.
Nothing can ever stand in the way
When true love shines and has its sway
So romp we shall, and with joy we play
For our love is true and owns the day.