I’m Dreaming of…



The sun is bright. Nearly blinding.

A warm breeze makes the green grass sway.

The smell of freshly cut pine fills the air.

Paper and tape lie crumpled in heaps.

Pine needles decorate the floor as a blanket.

Neatly packed boxes are stacked by the door.

The children bound over them to race across the yard.

I cut out the dough into delicate little pictures

As a bird’s sweet song fills my ears.

It compliments the ringing bells on the Hallmark movie.

Excitement fills the air making it hard not to smile.

Yet it’s still a bit hard to believe

That this warm, sunny day is in fact Christmas Eve.

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