a bluster of snow,
a handful of frozen fingers.
singing...
a shiver of wind,
a heart full of solid, hot fire
singing....
yes yes yes yes yes
to all of this.
..................
it is the first season that I am certain of joy.
a deep,interior happiness.
alone all day,
barricaded by snow and sidelong winds,
stirring with restlessness
and,
rest.
so, when the night unfolds to a christmas caroling,
lights hanging,
dress up, goof off, laughing
and giggling,
creative cookery,
delight shouts gratitudes from my skin.
it feels like christmas eve.
bing and bells and listening for the footfalls of hooves on the rooftop.
i don't remember ever liking these songs.
and I do.
tonight,
I do.
something has changed.
dropping into dreams only because it's late, it's late, it's late,
I wake before the sun and
think,
christmas!,
with the wonderment of a child.
something magical is here today.
all these gifts are for me to give.
all these gifts for me to receive.
it's christmas, today.
magic is everywhere.
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