Hearthside On Christmas Eve

I can think of no better contentment that can be had, Lounging in my robe and slippers comfortably clad, Than relaxing by the hearth in my favorite chair, Gazing at the dancing flames, ah, nothing can compare! A winter storm rages outside piling up drifts of crystal snow. I checked the thermometer and it read twenty degrees below! But what care I as we settle in for an evening of respite, Sipping Berringers White Zinfandel on this Holy winter's night! We reminisce about the past and things for which we aspire, Dreamily watching the glowing embers of the dying fire. With music softly playing and the lights turned down low, I light my pipe, savoring the aroma and its mellow glow! I make room for dear old Simba as he curls up on my lap, Purring contentedly and taking his usual evening nap. My spouse prepares a bowl of piping hot popcorn for a treat. I couldn't ask for anything more to make the evening complete! In the autumn of my life, such simple times I truly treasure. With my love by my side, I'm satisfied beyond all measure! The grandfather clock measures time in its inexorable way. Oh, that time would stand still that I could forever relish this day! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved Placed No. 2 in Linda-Marie's "Holiday Hearth" Contest - November 2011