Christmas Tree
Christmas lights drape every window
Though there’s not a hint of snow
I could hear the church bells ringing
As I hung the mistletoe
Familiar songs play everywhere
And signs count down the shopping days
Santa’s enthroned in his big red chair
At the mall while elves fill up his sleigh
Even Ebenezer Scrooge would smile
To see the happy children’s faces
The reindeer will fly for many a mile
As through the night dear Santa races
Bringing stockings, gifts and Christmas joy
To fill the hearts of each girl and boy!
Oh! That photograph brought me back to being five years old. It reminds me of the trees we would decorate as a family. Your poem was a touchingly warm and superb melding of words painting the Christmas Season! Well done you!
We have a little Christmas tree for the first time in four years. There are also, surprise, colored lights all around the windows. They’ve made a huge improvement in my outlook!
Reading your poem I felt like I was traveling back in time to my childhood. The picture reminds me of the beautiful paintings of Thomas Kincade. It reminds me of Christmas in Colorado when a snow storm comes by after the homes are decorated. The trees branches all plumped up with new fallen snow with the tree lights turned on is beauty to behold. Thank you..
It isn’t Kincade, but it’s Kincade-ish. No Colorado Christmases, but plenty of Maryland Christmases under my belt. I used to go all out, and eventually, when I and my stored belongings are reunited, I will again. For now what I have not only suffices but makes me very happy.