My Christmas Was

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My Christmas was red. red big C7 lights that burned hot on pine needles red wrapping paper hiding mysterious wonders red like a shiny new bike smelling of store red like Rudolph and Santa’s suit, candy canes and fingers eating cookies with sprinkles red like parents in the basement, partying red “Go to bed.” as you lay in the dark, anticipating, watching the window candles till you hear the sound of someone, downstairs at dawn Red lights gone. My Christmas was green. green trees that smelled of fresh pine when in the house green big C7 lights that weren’t as bright as the red green and smelling like new money for a gift green like holly and plastic mistletoe green round fresh wreath on the front door from Judy’s flowers green, like the world in the 50’s and 60’s green like winter dreams My Christmas was blue. blue like quiet C7 lights in the basement blue like a star filled winter night blue bulbs broken on the floor blue like a full moon on a fresh snow blue like Christmas cards and icicles blue like a manger scene blue you, who knew. My Christmas was gold. Gold like angel trumpets and decorations in the church balcony. Gold like my mother’s set of three window candles Gold doll hair Gold tinsel Gold ribbon around presents that you used scissors to turn into curls Gold plated crowns on the heads of the three kings in the Christmas pageant Gold tree garlands Gold like riches. My Christmas was white white like the star on top of the tree white like the little church under the tree white like the skirt around the tree white like the coating of snow one year white like the tracks in the yard my parents said were from reindeer white angel hair on Christmas trees, fiberglass that almost ate your skin white like they say Christmases should be white like the world in '59 white like the song "White Christmas" white, like right. 12/6/17 Childhood Christmas Memories Sponsor Bic Gi-Sa

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Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 12/6/2017 1:00:00 PM

- You are absolutely right ... Christmas can be defined in many different colors - The memories are different ... from year to year - A wonderful writing, Janis - Luck in the contest - hugs // Anne-Lise :)