It’s frigid outside
Like we were inside of a snow globe
Snow on the ground
It’s a winter wonderland
We sate our thirst on that sweet,
chocolate nectar
that already fills our bodies,
Creating a cozy contentedness
Children shrieking gleefully,
ecstatic at the sight of their first snowfall.
They marvel at the crisp cotton-like flurries
Coming down,
as lightly as a million feathers atop their small heads
Which are caressed by velvety wool caps
Lovingly knitted by careful grandmothers
Young lovers are gaily laughing under the mistletoe
Enjoying each others’ presence
Without a care for the troubles tomorrow may bring
Indifferent to judgmental, wandering eyes
Grandparents lovingly nurturing their small grandchildren
The warm smell of soft sweet gingerbread
And old, clean leather nuzzling
the itty-bitty children
People building gargantuan, frosty, affable snowmen
Topped with an old beat-up top hat that’s been in one family for decades,
Fresh picked crispy carrots from Old Man Grady’s farm,
Smoot covered coal, fetched from the railroad tracks
Across the street from the Town Square
And a scarf knitted in soft, bright colors
Gifted by a little blonde pig-tailed girl
Who was maybe three years old
Warm gingerbread men
Baked by the kindest ladies you’re ever likely to meet
They all get together at the town church
And make Christmas food for everyone in the park
Carolers chiming like twinkly bells
Joyfully belting our favorite Christmas tunes
Parents drinking eggnog,
Conversing with each other while attentively watching their kids,
Cheering their children on during every hockey game,
Making sure no one gets hurt
People dutifully fulfilling their loved ones holiday wishes
Friends ice skating together,
Tripping over each others’ feet
And choking on their laughter
Happiness is what Christmas is all about
This piece made me feel all warm and fuzzy…now I can’t wait for Christmas to arrive.
I got chills reading this! The imagery is absolutely amazing! I can actually smell the gingerbread!