Christmas Morn

A bit of this And a dash of that A fun ho, ho, ho A red Santa’s hat The fresh smell of pine A sugary treat Colorful lights Yummy things to eat A time to reflect On the real reason We celebrate This holiday season When Hope was born On that first Christmas morn

A Snowflake Fell

A snowflake fell For the first time last night She fluttered, drifting softly Feather-light On the velvet voice Of winter, who sang And whistled sweet Notes of hickory Hints of mesquite Spun her around And caressed her cheek “Darling,” he said “You’re truly unique.”