By Becca T LA5
Lying quietly under a blanket,
surrounded by warmth,
I peer at the ornaments that glow
on the tree. The smells from the kitchen drift
soundlessly to me as I lie wrapped in silence,
watching the light outside slowly give way to dark.
The shadows hide in the corners of the room, lonely and dark.
Still watching, I see the snow covering the earth in a blanket.
The evergreens outside stand tall and silent,
with arms laden with snow, as I sit near the fire’s penetrating warmth.
My mother quietly hums a tune which is sent adrift
to me as I watch the stars glow.
My cat’s eyes glow
as he lays in the dark,
quietly purring. My mind wanders adrift
in an ocean of thoughts. My eyes turn to the presents that blanket
the tree’s base; I feel the love and warmth
from each and all my thoughts go silent.
Soon my mother joins me in my silent
world, and lights the candles, illuminating the room with a pale glow,
deepening my feeling of warmth.
Smiling, I welcome the dark,
which soon envelopes the surrounding rooms in a undisturbed blanket
of night. I enjoy the company of my mother as she sparks happy memories. . . drifting. . .
An owl starts his cry outside and I see him drift
passed the window. Smiling I encounter Christmas Eve with all of its silent
wonders. The garlands on the windows are blanket-
ed with crystals glow-
ing in the dark.
and my mothers presence fills the room with joy and warmth.
Warmth
from our fire and from our hearts which drift-
s through the air changing our feelings of the dark
filling our silent
room with a glow
of contentment for a blanket
I curl up in my new blanket completely enclosed in my homes warmth.
I close my eyes blocking out the glow and setting my mind adrift.
The silent presence of Christmas takes over and I slip under the dark.
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