Christmas At Home

A memory of Christmas when I was young.

The hush of the snow falling

Fills the mountain air.

The only light is the glow of the moon-

Shining crystalline and blue on the ground.

The cold embraces my face.

I gather an armload of firewood,

Then turn back to home.

The crunch of the snow

Is music in time with my heart.

I enter the house.

The warmth immediately envelops me.

The smell of the wood burning in the stove-

The heat seeps into my bones.

I am home.

It is time for bed.

Santa is coming tonight.

I crawl in beside my sister

And try to stay awake.

Just as we doze -

We hear a sound.

It's Santa!

But, we are too afraid to move.

What if he were to see us?

What if he leaves?

So we fall asleep--

Knowing we heard--

Something.

Knowing we still believe.

Knowing we are home,

And it's Christmas.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

There's still a little girl in that wants to believe he IS real! There is nothing that compares to that feeling of being home, the familiar smells and all the cognizant memories that it brings. How wonderful it would be, if we were granted a moment in time, to go back and recapture the joy, the innocence lost. Such a wonderful piece, Shelia. Thank you for taking me there in the midst of February!

[Amor-de-angel]

I love it,the innnocence of a child waiting for santa..how often through the years I would think I heard him.
This is lovely work.

Suzi

[Ginger Rae]

That is a beautiful poem, Sheila! I could feel the cold, and smell the wood burning upon entering the house. I love the child-like excitement and thrill of Christmas you left us with at the end.

[Phibby Venable]

I love this Sheila..it sounds a great deal like my childhood. It has a nice
flow & warmth. Fine work.

[TL Boehm]

such a beautiful gentle Christmas poem. I love the image of snow falling and bringing in firewood...children wondering about 'santa' - so much to love in this poem. It makes me all sentimental and warm inside. An awesome write for the season.

[Wolf]

Aww, that is a very heart warming tale. The magic of Christmas from the eyes of a child.
I Loved it!!!
Nice job Sheila

[BrightEyes]

I adore this! There is something missing in Christmas now that my kids no longer believe in Santa...guess I have to wait for the Grandkids to arrive..(which, I can wait awhile for that lol). There is truly nothing like home for Christmas....very nicely done!

laura