Home For Christmas

I brought you out here tonight to look at the lights
they put together for Christmas.
You held onto my fingers,
The only ones that could fit into those tiny hands
and you pull.
Harder than I thought you could.
I knew you'd love these glitters dancing in the dark.
They flicker the same pattern
but your face lights up brighter each time
and the usual colors reflect the rainbow
in your eyes.

I wanted to show you the sky I used to call heaven
but can't seem to tell you.
Maybe you'd think I was silly.
Unabashedly though,
you looked up and showed me
the moon you once rode
and the clouds you played and swayed with.
Could it be?
That the farther we would go tonight
the closer to home you can drag me?

I wonder if these Christmas lights could spark the same magic at anytime of day as well.
Or how fast the breeze can carry the two of us.
I almost forgot how it was.
Maybe one Christmas eve
you can tell me
While you teach me to be patient


and wait for Santa.

by Lynne RBC

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A wonderful expression of the wonders of Christmas past, present, and future. Magical in its presentation... beautifully done, Lynne! ! Brian