Off in the distance
Faint Christmas lights glow
It’s a deep country road.
A little pearl colored house
with a sturdy rock bottom
My grandpa build it by hand
Hands worn but still solid.
Pulling up in the drive,
Strung icicle lights
Chimney smoke rises up,
My sister and I stop
To spot Santa’s sleigh
Her voice calling us now,
“Come inside girls, let’s make you a plate!”
Upon running inside Papaw greets with delight holding pies, fudges, cookies and cakes!
The house warm and inviting,
family chatter reciting
The spirit of this holiday.
We gather to dine,
country’s finest of fine
while the old Christmas marathons play
Present opening soon
Floor, couches, corners, doorways
Every cousin had room
Just waiting for grandmother’s say.
Then it’s sheer Christmas havoc
Unwrapping each package
Paper tossing to the Grinch’s dismay.
Customized, filled with toffees
Each year, on the door, the same space.
Then it’s time for goodbyes,
but when morning arrives
we will all gather again at this place.
This is Christmas Eve night on Sims Lane.
Feature Photo by Patrick Zephyr