Multi-hued ornaments shine with red,
gold, and green, smiling faces on
stark white branches as lights twinkle,
twist, turn, dancers performing a
waltz.
Store fronts wave with silver foil
wrapped windows beckoning each
passerby as I rush past your open warmth,
head down.
Stream swirls as I grasp the mug. Arm back
I hurl it against the wall. It shatters like
a broken puzzle, piece by piece as murky
liquid graffitis the wall.
I stare out the window, marble streets mock,
challenge me to endure their icy paths as
children slip, slide, knees deep in snow
glee filled shouts of no more school.
Bundled in my blanket, book open I read
the same sentence for the eighth time
before I slam it closed. Echoes of
silence swirl singing me to sleep.
The banister glows glitters with greenery
as it winds and shimmers up dark wood
rails. I glide downstairs, feet light with
anticipation. The tree in the corner
stands majestic, proud arms extended
with homemade trinkets of memories
past. Silence flows over me as I peek
in my stocking. Presents stacked high
with foil colored bows beg for a final
shake. Mom and Dad still asleep, I
curl with a blanket under the tree to
patiently wait.
Eyes open I stare towards the vacant
Corner. Happiness of Christmas’ past
Twirls, sashays like snowflakes light as
Air. Memories of a father’s hug and a
Mother’s kiss embrace me in blanket
Warmth as I bend to holiday’s cheer.
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This poem evokes memories of my family since we at one time had many more family members participate in the event of christmas. My mind seems to reroll theater outtakes of past holidays from my youth. Alas some of these times are lost since these cherished events were hastily recorded on 8 mm films.These 8mm films were then sequestered in the attic. A small smoke ring formulates it's fragile presence in my overloaded students mind. I could read this poem over and over and still jump start a lot of things I believed my mind had placed upon a dusty shelf.
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