Sunlite Wanter Poet Rhyme

Scents of Christmas

Scents of Christmas

To smell the smell of pine 
Artificial, though it may be,
When all year long it is missed
Except in shaving crème.

When Daddy scraped some limbs
Fallen in a Christmas tree yard,
Enticing, inviting, how we want the scents
In the house on the mantle, near hidden cigars.

The steam of a punch bowl of hot wassel.
Faint. Faint hanging mistletoe bents
The paste of handmade paper chains in the kitchen,
Memories, memories, of Christmas scents.

The sizzle of the fireplace, the soap bubbles of children,
Imaginary chimneys where Santa swings by,
He carries dreams in baskets of perfumed needles,
Blowing through the midnight sky.

Memories, memories of Christmas scents.

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Sandra Adams December 11, 2019 at 12:02 PM such a lovely write sunlite, the scents and scenes come to life beautifully through your words... love this :) hugs Sunlite Wanter December 15, 2019 at 10:48 AM Thank you so much, Sandra!

Caren Krutsinger December 11, 2019 at 11:56 AM "the sizzle of the fireplace, the soap bubbles of children" - liked that part especially! Sunlite Wanter December 11, 2019 at 3:21 PM Thank you, Karen, you are so kinds.

Vijay Pandit December 11, 2019 at 11:37 AM Enjoyed the tone of your happy poem lingering in memories of family in festive season--a lovely write, SW. Sunlite Wanter December 11, 2019 at 3:21 PM So sweet of you Vijay. Happy Holidays.