Pixelated images
Salvaged moments long since past
Nothing feels like Christmas
And the years fly by too fast
Looking out the frosted windows
Listening for santa at the door
As the sound of tiny little toes
Gently traipes across the floor
The scent of Christmas pine
Filters warmly down the hall
With cinnamon and spice
And mama’s “time for breakfast “ call
Excitement steals the scene
As the music starts to play
These precious memories
That we celebrate today
Generational - hand me downs
Traditions gladly on display
Caught up in the sights and sounds
That make up this holiday
Tender flakes dancing in moonlight
The embers popping in the hearth
Celebrating here tonight
The gift and wonder of his birth
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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