It’s the most wonderful time of year
It’s the most wonderful time of year.
I awoke to bright lights.
Diamonds sparkling in my wife’s eyes.
Toe to toe at the window pane.
Blankets of snow.
A clean finger through a window frame.
Chicken soup with a fusion of herbs.
Warm hands on hearts.
Touching fingertips to lips.
I love you.
My angel gazes at the twinkling tree, her bottle and back to me.
Glittery eyes meet.
Photograph by a real tree.
Keepsakes for eternity.
Crunching icy steps to Grandma’s house.
A smell of frankincense.
Children scream in play.
Oblivion on Christmas day.
Help dish up if you’re able.
Granddad mourns the same old jokes.
Silent prayers to long gone folk.
A solitary sprout, perhaps there’s two.
Pull the crackers!
Giving thanks for more than food.
A moment shared around the world.
A coal fire burns down memory lane.
Past and present unite in flame.
Sleeping warm all cosy and tight.
Merry Christmas to all and to all Goodnight.
Copyright G.P Williamson 2014.