My Christmas Journey


Two small tots snug in bed
Cold outside, cozy within
Adult voices below
Lift children's excited giggles of happy present and
future hopes
Under the warmth of blankets, Santa forms in each head.

Two adults whisper hopes, dreams, problems, schemes,
Lots to do and now days chores have fled
Winter, children, Christmas, fun
Made secure in a cold night's bed.
Glowing in good will spread.

Alone in bed, others about town,
Lights glow, land filled with snow,
Awaiting a sound,
A latch that turns, a barking dog,
There it is and all is well.

Thanks again for no future ghosts to dread.
Two seniors now gray and sore
With loving comments and silly secrets.
Trust in the future
Pleasure in dreams past.
Warm and toasty from a happy day.
Blessed and basking in a wonderful life where God led.

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