by Kenneth Hoffman
(Morristown, NJ , USA)

I remember Christmas in the old country -
Tramping through the snow
To choose the young tree
Which overnight will change our home;
The old made new wherever candlelight shone.
Spice of balsam decorates the air,
The hand-carved Christ Child
Placed gently there.
Baskets of holly, mistletoe and herbs -
A discovered nest remains undisturbed.
So many white candles blazing on faces,
A wonderful sight to hold our gazes!
The delight of giving warms our cheeks,
Loving goodnights and last minute peeks.

Click here to post comments

Join in and write your own page! It's easy to do. How? Simply click here to return to Christmas Poems.


Search Here for Poetry

Click here if you love us! Follow Me on Pinterest