Gentle white kisses baptize my face
as a golden choir sings softly
in heavenly grace

Feeling crisp cold melt on my tongue,
a gentle reminder of when I was young …

The warm scent of dreams,
disguised in gentle, green pine,
decorated with memories of when you were mine…

Glittering jewels shine behind cathedral glass panes,
where cherubic children sing in hopeful refrain
with eyes glimmering bright with sweet anticipation
while my own deadened dreams lie in dusty cremation…

It‘s another Christmas, the season of giving
with expectations held high by those with hopes living…

Yet wishes are birthed in a joyous Yuletide
even for those whose dreams have withered and died…

You see we‘re all little children, no matter how old
with desires and dreams of pure Christmas gold.

awh@dec 2008

We had a beautiful snow last year, didn't we.
glitter and frost..
beautiful

I have sooo missed this!

soothing, hopeful, almost makes one forget the sad state of the world, but then Christmas is designed for such and you've captured that perfectly.....man I so miss the christmas seasons of purity, when we made things and gave them as presents and people loved them because it truly was the effort and the thought...anyone know how to make an Ipod......lol

I remember the first time I read this,
a timeless piece.

Nice to read your thoughts more than once. Don't they say it's always sweeter the second time around?

So I hear darlin, so I hear...*smile*