Spruce tree’s woodsy scent
Bright colored lights a-dazzle
Kitchen smells wafting
Wrapped in bright paper
Gifts mysterious wonder
Await awed children
Soon it is over
Scraps of paper attesting
Dinner digesting
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Perfect Christmas haiku!
Hope yours wà lovely.
And I wish you a most Hapoy New Year! xoxo
Thanks, Dale. It was one of the best. I hope yours was wonderful. Happy New Year to you. 🙂
That is great to hear! It was quite good and I got to showcase my new beau all over the place. 😉
Thank you!
I can feel new energy with your new beau in your life. I am so happy for you, Dale. ❤
Thank you, Ina 💖
So true Ina, all that wonderful atmosphere and activity and then it’s all over so soon…
Over so soon, yet I breathed a sigh of relief after putting away my few simple Christmas decorations and making new file folders for 2018 health and financial records. Now I can settle back into the “dead of winter” and its peace.
A great description! Love it
I really appreciate your comments. Thanks.