The snowflakes are delightful lacy twirls

                                 of crystal cascades to the tip of my nose

                                 and the tip of my laced shoes

                                Through the doors of the antique book store

                                a dim kerosene lamp glowed as the shopkeeper

                                looked up from his rimmed glasses

                               Books neatly displayed and in alphabetical..

                              on the top shelves.. may I climb

                              the ladder to look there,over there

                               A gold emblem on the end book caught

                               my eye...oh, these high top laces and

                               ok...tip toe ...I've got it

                              Gently opening the Christmas Poetry

                              book with guilded gold edging the

                              print faint

                             The handwritten scroll was simply

                             beautiful with an author

                            my great-grandmother

                            Not to mind now how that poetry

                            came to be in this quaint bookstore

                            on Christmas Eve

                            Easy does this ladder shaky

                            purchasing the small Victorian

                           Christmas book is tendered

                           A photo of great-grandmother

                           beauty she was in winter

                           white fur

                          A lovely hand written note

                          "I shall love you forever my dear"

                         treasure this Christmas Eve

                         Snow light, dim glow

                         kerosene lamp of the

                         bookstore, Christmas Eve

"The Snowlight of Christmas"

12/16/16 (c)

maryannbiddinger