Poem: Merry Christmas
Time to place that old memory
on the tree; the one received
when so young when the
snow seemed ten feet high
never knowing if dad was
ever going to finish shovelling the drive way
so we could go visit the people
you never get to see between
the rest of the year.
a smile arrives and a hug at the end
wanting to stay just a little longer
for one more pot of gold.
Staring at the tall tree in the living room
where those you love
open the special package
that took hours to wrap.
You smile remembering the love received
as the car warms up thinking
you can’t wait until next year.
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