Where are you, Christmas?  I'll tell you:
it's in the sparkle of your eyes, in the
smile on your face, in the warmth of
your embrace ---- welcome home.

I've missed that.

Even though you are no longer here,
your love wraps around my heart:
a present no amount of money
could ever purchase.

The gift that keeps on giving ---- the
best one I have ever received, one
that increases in value as the
years go by.

Did I ever say, Thank you?

Memories:  the too big tree.  The off-
key singalongs.  Winter smells on
your coat after you'd come in from
the chill outdoors.

The easy laughter ho-ho-ho-ing from
your belly.  (You were Santa Claus.)
Your eyes twinkling like the lights
when you saw our happiness.

I love coming home.

(c) 2010, Karla Dorman (11/29)