Flickers of Christmas

The flickering glow of the fireplace

dances around the room

and the wind whispers frosty carols 

flitting through bare, dark branches

furry slippers keep me warm

and safe

and so cozy

I wiggle my toes, close my eyes

and just let the Christmas air absorb, like the cold

into my bones

my nose

my smiling heart

Perfect blend of gingersnaps, broken pine needles

and vanilla 

the shock of fresh peeled orange

tickles my nose 

I sneeze into the softness of my creamy scarf

and I snuggle deeper into its caress

after tugging my woolly toque 

over my ears 

Amy, Michael and Kenny harmonize

saturating the air with nostalgic joy

the tea kettle whistles 

chocolate swirls and dissolves

rich and sweet

topped with melting whip

like the snow, so anticipated

I lift the curtain one time more

despite disappointment, smile

Mom's voice, soft like wax dripping

in smooth red trails down, down, down

flames testifying to Messiah's advent

glowing, one two three four

hope. peace. joy. love.

flickering together