Home For The Holidays

A patch of melting snow.
The colors of lights glimmer
in the distance.
Across the dirt road,
a dog is yelping,
the season is bringing
in company to call.
There is God's presence
here,
the tinsel inside
has been fashioned with
loving hands.
Here, the wind whistles
across the porch,
clanging the windchimes
with the music that marks
our cold weather into
darkest December.

I'll surely have eggnog
for the guests,
their voices ringing
in the new year,
laughing under the mistletoe.

Somehow the sorrows of
today must wait
until later,
now the season gives
celebration for as
joyous a space in time as that
very Christmas tree as it
stands tall, adorned
with ornaments of
all shapes and sizes,
a galaxy of comfort.

Let the season's grandest
moments linger
at the heels of those who
went to cry out,
Peace On Earth.
Ghosts are holding their hands
close to the hearth, as
the smouldering remains
of the fire make
warmth in my home,