A Christmas Eve

A poem describing Christmas eve in a house.

By the fireplace, tangerine flames crackle

While the windows feel cold icy snow mounds

The kids sit restless, imagining a bearded figure with a warm hearty cackle

Listening is the old but alert hound

Ready to wake it’s master for the slightest of sounds

The ornaments on the Christmas tree sparkle with sparks of gold

While pines slowly drift to floor

Right next to the storybook which has been read of old

With it’s ripped first page that a kid tore

The Christmas turkey is shivering in the icebox

Wondering how it must feel outside

And looking for where his dear friend walks

While the lights sprinkle a small sparkling tide

Showing the eerie darkness who is really boss

Floating towards the plants growing on the October pumpkins

Especially the moss

Slowly a lingering light appears revealing a yellowy skin

And the space under the tree

Slowly with the help of secret employees

Is filled with bright colors and designs

On top of concealed presents

Just asking someone to lift their rainbow rinds

Filling the kid’s hearts with content

And a string of happiness starts to weave

That first was born on Christmas Eve