December Mornings

It's the hush of morning calling me, the subtle cacophonic echo awakening discord on windy hallowed eaves of distant chimes and church bells ringing; December singing in my ears Christmas hymns and olden melodies that plague the sound waves endeared with old lost stories and memories; the heartstrings drawn together over time stitching threads of encounters amassed sutures of heartaches and heartbeats primed quilting the tears and laughter passed; some toss and turn beneath the covers blanketed in its thermal warmth and dreams grasping at midnight hopes discovered waiting patiently anxious for the scenes; if only the memories could return of father, mother, uncles, aunts galore grandparents, cousins gathering in turn waiting on Christmas to greet us at the door.