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Christmastime

Cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg and pumpkin, float on the air to my waiting nose. Sounds of paper tearing while laughter echoes throughout each room, inundating my senses with Christmas thrills; a dinner, succulent and sweet revives old memories. Kids at Christmastime beam their light through golden smiles; Santa’s annual visit emboldens the joyous morning; in the family room lay the one mess, that is allowed each year.

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 12/12/2018 5:12:00 AM

Love the line: in the family room lay the one mess, that is allowed each year. I never thought about it that way!

M. L. Kiser
Date: 12/12/2018 8:12:00 AM

In our family, we make the mess and clean it up later. Despite having to clean it up; it's fun and worth it. Thanks

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 12/10/2018 7:47:00 PM

You had to start with cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg and pumpkin? Just kill me. I am getting hungry for pie now, after avoiding it for a week! What? Great smells, my friend, you got me!

M. L. Kiser
Date: 12/12/2018 4:40:00 AM

Tee-Hee, sorry about that; Christmas at our house, growing up, was a carnival of scents and sugar. Some of my best memories...the scents. Thanks

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 12/9/2018 4:04:00 PM

Makes me think of baking Christmas cookies, the simple joys are often the best!

M. L. Kiser
Date: 12/10/2018 7:17:00 AM

They truly are. Glad you had the great memories of backing cookies. Thanks again.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 12/7/2018 2:40:00 PM

In our home it is not that much about Santa Claus as it is a celebration of the gifts that were given to Jesus and the precious gifts he passed on to us. The nativity scene comes out first and she helps me decorate. She has her own nativity scene she can play with. Santa will remain magical maybe one more year until she finds out that Santa only exists in spirit of the season. I loved your sweet poem! : ) xxoo

M. L. Kiser
Date: 12/10/2018 7:19:00 AM

Every year we get out the creche and set it up on the mantle piece. My tabby, loves the tiny people statues and angels that we have; she will lay in a chair and stare at it for hours. Blessings and miracles to you for the season.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 12/7/2018 2:39:00 PM

I so agree. Last year my five-year-old granddaughter said 'this is the best Christmas ever'. Her sweet little words still ring in my ears. Contd

M. L. Kiser
Date: 12/10/2018 7:23:00 AM

I'm sure she'll have many more, bests to come.

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 12/7/2018 11:21:00 AM

Hi M.L, Such familiar scenes that you describe. Fun, mess discarded wrapping paper and, loads of happiness. Grandparents, parents and children all come together to experience an annual family adventure. Well done M.L. loved what you wrote. Hugs, Jennifer.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 12/10/2018 7:24:00 AM

Thanks, it's at my sister's house this year; the kids are practically grown but, they still dig right in there when the present's get passed around. Many cheers to you and yours this season.

Chris Green

Date: 12/7/2018 7:50:00 AM

I am familiar with that mess, that's for sure but I wouldn't change anything about it. Lovely poem of the seasons fun.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 12/7/2018 7:54:00 AM

Kids enjoy digging into those presents and it's fun to watch, despite the mess and knowing that they are so happy. Thanks for stopping by.