Merry Christmas

it is nothing short of a dream
to sit by my christmas tree
cup of coffee in hand
staring out the window
fascinated by the blanketing silence
as mother nature shakes her snow globe
and its ability to slow time
my mind wanders
to the mean old man across the street
and i find myself hoping
his feet are warm
as mine are not
perhaps it’s the christmas spirit
or the spirit of my mother
on the anniversary of her last breath
reminding me
even the coldest souls
deserve to be warm
and as i allow my eyes
to roam
the picture perfect post-card
of trees
and white
and swirls of gray smoke
from old brick chimney’s
i can’t help but smile
for this must be the feeling
the soul felt
when it first uttered
“Merry Christmas.”

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21 Responses to Merry Christmas

  1. That’s wonderful! Merry Christmas!

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  2. Beautiful! I love it!

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  3. Paula Light says:

    Beautiful pic! ✨

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  4. Sadje says:

    Merry Christmas Kristian. Hope it is a wonderful one. Lovely poem.

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  5. Brad Osborne says:

    I could smell the coffee, feel the draft from the window, and see every wisp of yule log escaping the hearth. Beautifully written, Kristian!

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  6. Blessings to you Kristian. Merry Christmas🌲

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  7. Storyteller says:

    So descriptive. I feel the warmth and quiet blanket of snow. Thanks for sharing 🙂

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  8. The V Pub says:

    That was beautiful! Belated Christmas wishes to you and yours.

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