Holiday Whispers
Frosted mornings, breath on glass,
In twinkling lights, the memories pass.
The hum of carols, soft and clear,
Draw close the ones we hold so dear.
The scent of pine, a crackling fire,
Old stories spun, hearts lift, inspire.
Snowflakes drift in quiet dance,
As dreams of love and light enhance.
Laughter mingle with whispered cheer,
Moments woven from yesteryear.
In gentle glow, time moves slow,
Embracing all we've come to know.
So, here's to peace, both new and old,
To warmth and wonder in the cold.
May every heart, each voice, each hand,
Be touched by joy we understand.
About the Creator
Carrie Guffy
High school performing arts director. I am an amateur writer.
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