Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
The radio was playing “Have Yourself
a Merry Little Christmas.” Widow Kaye
was putting reindeer figures on her shelf.
She glanced outside where snow like frosting lay
along her fence. “Yes, let my heart be light,”
she muttered as the melody played on.
She frowned. Although her tree looked nice and bright,
it had no shining star. Where had it gone?
It vanished like those “faithful friends so dear.”
She sighed, “What am I doing all this for?
The kids aren’t even coming.” Then a tear
slid down her cheek. “Yes, ‘golden days of yore’
since not one soul this year can visit me!”
she voiced. “Oh well, I sure do love this tree.”
Written December 2015
For the Christmas Carol Poetry Contest of Kelly Deschler
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
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