by Nancy Hopper
The tree stands green and quiet.
Each ornament hangs thoughtfully.
The kitten is curled in the corner asleep.
The music plays softly
To the twinkle of the lights.
I consider gifts to wrap
And hum “Silent Night” once more.
I eat another cookie
Going out the door.
Winter has come.
Cold wind
and a little loneliness.
Hot stew and a hug.
A special day.
A special time.
Memories magical.
Cold, starry night.
Shepherds, angels
And a baby.