Standing in the
Doorway looking out
Wondering where your
Footprints went now
That they’re covered
By a fresh
Blanket of snow
All remains quiet
Except for the
Sound of winds
Creating drifts making
Me think that
You’re coming back
But all that
I get is
Cold that kind
Of cold that
Buried my heart
Right behind your
Now forgotten footprints
A sweater some
Flannels a pair
Of fuzzy socks
One cup of
Marshmallow bobbing cocoa
A choral classic
Of familiar melodies
Glassy spheres of
Varying size and
Color a box
Full of green
Twinkling spaghetti whose
Plugs are buried
Beneath green blue
Red and yellow
Bulbs a kidnapped
Evergreen standing naked
A kaleidoscope of
Paper and ribbon
One closet stocked
Full of toys
A stack of
Holiday cards filled
With warm greetings
These are what
The holidays always
Mean to me
Ah Christmas ho
Ho ho and
All of that
Besides the festivities
Christmas is really
About giving and
Less about receiving
After all God
Gave his only
Son to us
On that day
Remember that when
You give a
Present the present
That you receive
In return is
The surprise and
The glee and
The thank you
Which by the
Way doesn’t come
With the now
Famous return receipt
And ‘Ti’s the
Season when there
Stands in the
Corner or window
A memory thing
Decorated with lights
And balls sometimes
Popcorn and cranberries
Or candles candy
And kitsch it
Sits quietly absent
Of fanfare given
To royalty surrounded
By baubles trinkets
Toys all surprising
I simply stare
Watching the lights
Dance and bounce
Me surrounded by
Loved ones both
Past and present
This the long
Awaited time of
The Christmas tree
And like an
Eyelash delicately swept
Away by my
Finger and like
A dew drop
Bouncing from the
Leaf to petal
To ground and
Like the first
Snowflake landing upon
My outstretched tongue
And still like
The last auburn
Maple leaf that
Falls on a
Forest floor my
Kisses find my
Way from face
To foot these
Are the piquitos
Of my desire
For only you
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 