Christmas Past

Tis the season for making new memories.

Christmas Past was large enough

for sugarplums and shepherds abiding,

reindeer flying over the moon,

 

for choir boys with starry voices

and a galaxy of golden-mouthed angels

heralding peace on earth,

 

and there was room for plenty

of hot chocolate on frosty mornings,

for the snow fairies that made everything

everywhere white like marshmallows,

 

for all the children bundled up

like happy Eskimos, and the baby dolls

wrapped in swaddling clothes

 

and the many saintly grandmothers,

armed in their Christmas aprons,

who filled our houses with wonderful smells

and our hearts with anticipation.  

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

A lovely smelly ( and I mean 'lovely smells') Christmas. And, do you know, different smells bring back all sorts of memories to me. Perhaps we should remember this when we make new memories ... have an index so we can look up what smell to bring back what memory!!! I loved your well constructed poem, full of lovely word pictures!

[Hi]

Another poem of yours where metaphor is used wisely. The tone is consistent throughout to tell a story and make it a bit magical, or to take the magical and make it within grasp. Thanks.

[Kelly Scheppers]

This is where the magic of the season can be found! Your poem is like a present, awaiting for us to find it here...just like ZuZu's petals!

[Lisa Lindsey]

I can always count on you to affirm me, Kelly, both in season and out of season. Thank you, my friend. Merry Christmas to you. xoxo

[Kelly Scheppers]

...always, Lisa! And a very Merry Christmas to you as well! xoxo