Christmas Road Trip

Here's a poem I wrote after I spent my Christmas with a friend of mines family out in the country in Mississippi. It was a great little road trip from Louisiana to there and I love a good road trip. :)

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A nice long ride to the country side with me

and my friends by my side.

Truck stop breakfasts on the way to what

was sure to be a monumental day.

Arriving at a real log cabin in the woods

painted a picture of Christmas just looking

as it traditionally should.

Snow fell lightly on the acreage as far as you

could see for miles.

The Christmas lights were as bright as the

children's smiles.

Wrapping paper littered the living room, children

zoomed up on candy not sleeping anytime soon.

Laughter and stories were shared by real

people who you knew how much they cared.

The smell of food wafted through the house and

when dinner was served we all stood and prayed

for all the Lord blessed us with and gave.

I was almost a stranger in this place,

been one time before, but still an unfamiliar face.

I felt welcome and wanted which meant so much

to me, having been rejected by my own family.

The most touching of all was watching the love

of siblings, the jokes and pokes and laughter

and tears all showed how much they held each

other so very dear.

When it was time to go, I felt they were glad

I had been there, their farewell showed love

and the feeling hung in the air.

This made going home hard, to a dark and lonely

room, no presents, no greeting from my family

but I knew I had friends who cared that

I'd be seeing again soon.

So my Christmas was filled with what the holiday

is about, the baby Jesus, children and love which

was in abundance, to that there was no doubt.

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Thanks for reading - Sam