A Cold Home On a Bright and Snowy Street

I had a home with all the delights one could have on Thanksgiving and Christmas Day: what do I miss on these beautiful and memorable days? The tight hugs of family members; the smell of a roasting turkey, and the barking of the dog welcoming guests with breath steaming, carrying eye-tempting pumpkin pies that chubby Brian craved before napping! I had everything any man could wish for comfort: an ample house and dreams to live for; children who ran wild and played music, Jane who loved to sing jumping on the carpet. I listened and learned how to write a lyric for all of my darlings to sing around the hot log... while all the frosted windows started to fog! Is anyone looking for me to stop my shiver? A cold home on a bright and snowy street, freezes the Yule images in the dreamy mind; hot stuffing that steams like cymnies at midnight; peacan pies that Mary used to bake with happy beat.... only Dusky, the hungry dog, made a growling sound! Written on 10/26/2016