Christmas At Home

Christmas At Home

A Poem by Sheila M
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A memory of Christmas when I was young.

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The hush of the snow falling

Fills the mountain air.

The only light is the glow of the moon-

Shining crystalline and blue on the ground.

The cold embraces my face.

I gather an armload of firewood,

Then turn back to home.

The crunch of the snow

Is music in time with my heart.

I enter the house.

The warmth immediately envelops me.

The smell of the wood burning in the stove-

The heat seeps into my bones.

I am home.

It is time for bed.

Santa is coming tonight.

I crawl in beside my sister

And try to stay awake.

Just as we doze -

We hear a sound.

It's Santa!

But, we are too afraid to move.

What if he were to see us?

What if he leaves?

So we fall asleep--

Knowing we heard--

Something.

Knowing we still believe.

Knowing we are home,

And it's Christmas.


© 2008 Sheila M



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I adore this! There is something missing in Christmas now that my kids no longer believe in Santa...guess I have to wait for the Grandkids to arrive..(which, I can wait awhile for that lol). There is truly nothing like home for Christmas....very nicely done!

laura

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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I love it,the innnocence of a child waiting for santa..how often through the years I would think I heard him.
This is lovely work.

Suzi

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

That is a beautiful poem, Sheila! I could feel the cold, and smell the wood burning upon entering the house. I love the child-like excitement and thrill of Christmas you left us with at the end.

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I love this Sheila..it sounds a great deal like my childhood. It has a nice
flow & warmth. Fine work.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

such a beautiful gentle Christmas poem. I love the image of snow falling and bringing in firewood...children wondering about 'santa' - so much to love in this poem. It makes me all sentimental and warm inside. An awesome write for the season.

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Aww, that is a very heart warming tale. The magic of Christmas from the eyes of a child.
I Loved it!!!
Nice job Sheila

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I adore this! There is something missing in Christmas now that my kids no longer believe in Santa...guess I have to wait for the Grandkids to arrive..(which, I can wait awhile for that lol). There is truly nothing like home for Christmas....very nicely done!

laura

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Sheila M
Sheila M

Bristol, VA



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