So this is just a fun poem that I wrote about how I feel around this time of year (this time of year being Christmastime). I hope you like it.
The fire crackles pleasantly
as I sit here and read,
my stocking feet propped up against
the warm and friendly hearth.
A waft of peppermint and cinnamon
mixed with the scent of pine.
I wrap my hand around my mug
and breathe deep.
The wind whistles outside my window,
the snow blown all about.
I touch the spot on my cheek
where snow had landed earlier today.
I could still feel it resting there,
the softness of new snowfall,
bringing color to my paleness
and I smile.
A soft glow from the lights on the tree,
as I snuggle deeper into the warmth
of my sweater, oversized and cozy.
The sleeves fall over my hands.
I turn the page, and a log falls,
sparks fly, and colors dance.
I take a moment to look at it all
and breathe deep.
A distant clock chimes the hour.
Night fell long ago.
The wind has died down,
and the snow has settled, and it glitters.
I look out the window and see the tree
outside on my front lawn
has been decorated for the season,
and I smile.
There's a special magic, I think,
in the simple things like this.
The things like fire, and lights,
and freshly fallen snow.
There's a special magic, I think,
in the holly and the wreaths,
and in the distant sound of sleigh bells,
so faint you almost believe it isn't real.
I think of this,
and breathe deep,
and I smile.
