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Christmas Eve

She enters the bedroom and locks the door
A few deep breaths, a precious minute alone
She sighs, takes a moment, to unwind and restore 
A brief chance to re-group... refresh.., tidy her hair....
Her blouse has a splatter, ....what should she wear?
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she closes her eyes, with no one to peek
Lies back, her thoughts swim, easy it would be to curl up and sleep...

A hectic day....they had arrived early in the morning
Like swarms of bees
Buzzing frenetically...dispersed quickly throughout
A tidal wave of activity,
A house, bulging at the seams..
Once again, home for the holidays
The brood...all her chicks and, and the cackle of offspring
Home to roost....

Beyond the closed door, the house is filled with small, distant sounds.
A clatter of dishes from the kitchen, oops sounds like something broken..
Someone is laughing.....someone else is talking politics.. 
Good smells of dinner, and bayberry candles scent the air.
Faint strains of music from the stereo,  Perry Como's joyful voice
One of the children is whining with a yowling fervor that her sibling has pushed her

Okay...time is up, ......she must check on dinner...
Turning out the bedroom light, stepping into the hall....
She stops,...hesitates just for a moment...
"Thank you, Lord...for these sounds, these smells, these precious moments....
Thank you for these many blessings....
Thank you for this most wonderful, happy year....

Thank You"....

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  1. Date: 1/13/2011 12:06:00 PM
    Congratulations Carrie on your win in Royal Trevino's contest "New Year". Love, Carol

  1. Date: 1/10/2011 7:57:00 AM
    Congratulations onthis HM win in the contest of Royal, carrie

  1. Date: 1/9/2011 11:29:00 AM
    If your house seldom encloses these loved sounds, there can be no sweeter sound to a mom and grandma. Glad you had a wonderful Christmas and congratulations on your win. Love, Joyce

  1. Date: 1/9/2011 10:14:00 AM
    Congrats Carrie on your HM in Royal's contest with this lovely entry ..enjoy your special honor with luv..

  1. Date: 1/9/2010 6:13:00 PM
    Another awesome write, Carrie. Describing all those simple things that mean so very much to us without all the trimmings. LUv, Andrea

  1. Date: 12/29/2009 2:30:00 PM
    Ecstatic. I love it, awesome ending

  1. Date: 12/29/2009 7:37:00 AM
    And thank you for this beautiful heart-felt living portrait. Just Beautiful, Carrie. Also, I wish to thank you for all your kind comments and support over the last year. Best wishes to you in the New Year. Lainie.

  1. Date: 12/27/2009 3:19:00 AM
    Simply stunning Carrie, i could visualize it all >> James

  1. Date: 12/24/2009 1:10:00 AM
    You take us there Carrie.Very evocatice poetry.Thank you for your welcome comments..Rgds Brian

  1. Date: 12/23/2009 12:50:00 PM
    Great poem/prayer/praise --My son is out of school this week and he and I have been having a silly time, and it is great!! They grow up so fast. I am trying to appreciate all the moments while I can. Thanks for the poem!!

  1. Date: 12/21/2009 4:45:00 AM
    how beautiful, Carrie. Bringing us to and from another timeless perspective on and for the holi and holydays.For me you have set a mood of nostalgia yet present excitement and joy through the eyes of this grateful Mom. This will now become my traditional Christmas poem. Into my favs. Thanks for sharing it. -Robert

  1. Date: 12/21/2009 4:32:00 AM
    Know the feeling been there. Nicely put together, have captured the feelings and flow of the day. Keep the ink well full. Sara