Nostalgic

Moonlit eyes,

remember the prize,

of the hearts sonata,

during the Christmas cantata.

You squeeze my arm,

and affectionately smell the cologne on my shoulder.

I put some there because I know you like it so…

Walking down the red church steps…

cedar chips crunch outside.

Live nativity scene, humbly displayed.

Candles in white bags line the sidewalk.

One white bag catches on fire and causes brouhaha in the crowd of strollers.

A teenager with large boots stamps out the fire with a calm face.

Free hot chocolate at a stand welcomes those who walk by.

It’s a nostalgic experience.