Memory of Christmas and Mistletoe
written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield
@KenKadfield
Looking at the Christmas tree
the jovial songs echo in my mind.
Bing Crosby sings White Christmas,
smells of seasons, past and present.
Remembrance permeates the senses
globes of glass and colorful orbs hang
as lights twinkle all around the house.
They move ever so mesmerizing and
reflect tinsel in bright chasing strings
hypnotizing the eyes within the display..
Packages both large and small wrapped
in a plethora of lovely designs and are
adorned with colored ribbons and bows.
Children run around the tree reading
names off labels, “it’s mine, and the best”
Julie shouts as all are checked but Tommy
exclaims, “Santa will bring the rest!”
We smile toasting the love of Christmas.
The candles in each window are lit with
red bulbs, like neighbor, Mrs. Hart’s lipstick.
She follows me about trying to catch
me under the mistletoe, but I move swiftly,
like Santa’s reindeer, and for another year
she’s thwarted from her alluring tricky plot.
As we get ready to be seated at the table
I help my Mom and sisters with their chairs.
Mrs. Hart then waves, and me being macho
I step over to the back of her chair, she just
smiles, looks up, and there hangs mistletoe.
I relive that Christmas memory like it was
yesterday. It brings a warm smile to my face.
A remembrance of a snowy Christmas Eve!
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