 On the rooftops and the trees; Swirling into fluffy drifts, On a cold, wintry breeze. Ice skating on the frozen pond, Building a fire to warm our feet; Singing Christmas carols, Hurrying home for a special treat. Inside wonderful smells coming From the kitchen; for you see; Its time for holly and mistletoe And trimming the Christmas tree. Ginger bread, cookies, and pumpkin pie, Apple cider and eggnog too, Fruitcakes laden with nuts and fruit; Mom's wonderful homemade stew. The hall is decorated with silver bells; The front door sports a bow; Colored lights strung on the tree, Making all the windows glow. Presents tucked beneath the tree Tempting one to squeeze and shake; Putting them back very carefully; Their contents to contemplate. Bursting into the kitchen From the cold, our cheeks so red; Drinking steaming mugs of chocolate; Then excitedly going to bed. Wonderful Christmas memories; Scents of cinnamon and pine, Sleigh rides, Santa, and secrets kept; Of childhood; these are mine.
Toni Britton
The Calico's Mom Oct. 28, 2001
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