Post by purplespirit on Dec 6, 2011 4:29:39 GMT -5
The Time before Christmas
The nights start early and frost arrives on soft white paws
I love the silence and the thoughts that lose themselves.
The tender shine of candle light that surely draws
me in this magic time, where joys open hearts doors.
Its time for secrets, memories and a few wishes
And slowly I walk back the many years that passed.
When not the gifts were prior and just simple dishes
made December days so rich and we were lucky kids.
Here came a Christmas Angel instead of Santa Claus,
with silver wings, white robe and curly blond hair.
So quiet was the room, you could hear a tapping mouse
We forgot to breathe just to make this magic last.
The oven was hot all day with fancy bakery
Still I smell the sweet and spicy fragrance in the air.
While we sat with glowing cheeks over some embroidery,
a little plate of cookies on the table just for us to please.
Advent so finds me dreaming of freedom and of peace,
of carefree days when laughter filled our childhood life.
Bare legs and wire-haired skirt in snow, not wrapped up in soft fleece
And hardly ill we made of every day the uppermost.
Starry December nights appear so mystified and blue
Days hurry by but life in fact will briefly slow...
Hearts are longing, good friends are calling out to you
and Christmas dreams revive - then add to those of long ago.
[/center]The nights start early and frost arrives on soft white paws
I love the silence and the thoughts that lose themselves.
The tender shine of candle light that surely draws
me in this magic time, where joys open hearts doors.
Its time for secrets, memories and a few wishes
And slowly I walk back the many years that passed.
When not the gifts were prior and just simple dishes
made December days so rich and we were lucky kids.
Here came a Christmas Angel instead of Santa Claus,
with silver wings, white robe and curly blond hair.
So quiet was the room, you could hear a tapping mouse
We forgot to breathe just to make this magic last.
The oven was hot all day with fancy bakery
Still I smell the sweet and spicy fragrance in the air.
While we sat with glowing cheeks over some embroidery,
a little plate of cookies on the table just for us to please.
Advent so finds me dreaming of freedom and of peace,
of carefree days when laughter filled our childhood life.
Bare legs and wire-haired skirt in snow, not wrapped up in soft fleece
And hardly ill we made of every day the uppermost.
Starry December nights appear so mystified and blue
Days hurry by but life in fact will briefly slow...
Hearts are longing, good friends are calling out to you
and Christmas dreams revive - then add to those of long ago.
Bless you dear friend, touching and sweet! Alyssa is our Christmas angel, 23 on this Christmas Day! We have Joseph, 11 now, angel but a bit of devil too in that boy! And now we also have Austin James who is a bit smaller angel!
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
