On cold and snowy days
when grandma’s face rocks
my smile and
the smell of old spice
parades the house
with chattering
of winter buddies
applauding the dance
of a toddler
to a christmas song
more knocks and
more cheers
the scent of
this season is vintage
a powerful reunion
of tired men and women
healing their souls
through family time…

Our Christmas
is a home
and our fulfilment
began with a kiss
of our santa; grandpa.


ruthspoetry 2016

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6 thoughts on “CHRISTMAS IS A HOME”

  1. Don’t you love the sound of Christmas bells
    The love, mistletoe kisses, diners smells
    I wait up for Santa every Christmas eve
    This year I was late my soul did grieve
    Recovered when my gifts I could see
    Tears of joy for a special gift for me
    A box not wrapped but with a note
    This box is full of love and much hope
    To be opened in emergencies only
    In times of stress or if your feeling lonely
    But spread the love give hope to all
    May your life and others forever be a ball

    Belated but forever Christmas wishes,


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