On Christmas Eve
we would all take turns reading
touching narratives, whilst drinking
The air filled with aromas of
Popcorn-balls, cookies, and chocolate.
My mouth watering, for my mother’s double layer fudge.
Our voices caroling of jiggling bells.
My father’s sweet tenor voice giving his all,
made our simple home sounded like a grand music hall,
The nine personalized stockings
my mother made, lay empty
on the back of the couch in waiting.
The brilliant-flickering lights hung
from a present laden tree. The packages
bright, as if they were enchanted.
The magic was in my heart.
All around me, my family,
Singing, laughing, rejoicing
In the greatest gifts of all,
family, love, and life.
Who needed gold, frankincense and
myrrh (whatever those were.)
May the seasons of life be forever bright and merry.
Christmas Eve f by delainamiller