Bless the Spirit of Christmas!

Years ago
when age knew not old
cold was winters excitement.
Warming up around the pot-bellied stove

playing with Santa’s gifts
at daylights first break
Daddy would stoke the fire
and boil coffee.

Smells of coffee and fresh cedar
the tree glowed from strands of lights,
shiny ornaments and tinsel
are still memories bright.

Mama donned her apron 
and prepared our Christmas dinner
as we ate our treats and played
in complete amazement of Christmas day.

Seven of us
set down at that table for many years
blessed by love, blessed by God.
Bless the Spirit of Christmas!

by Margaret C. Rigsby © 12/04/04 and beyond