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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Comments (7)
You are going to make me cry. Memories of Christmas was like long ago when the kids were young. Beautiful.
Oh Kelli, this was so touching: Christmas doesn't feel the same without little children around. This brings back some sweet memories. I loved it.
So many memories you shared. I have two little elves as tree decorations that I hang every year. My mom told me she got them when I was little. Good work.
This felt soooo wonderful! Such a lovely poem!
I can feel the snowflakes falling
All the warmth of a traditional family Christmas (something I greatly miss) and a reminder of the reason, too. Well done, Kelli!
Sweet words for the season, Kelli.