Shush of Yuletide Past

Hush now three days yet to past. My grandmother joy was fulfilled with laughter. The Christmas spirit was upon us once again. The tree is surrounded with presents and chorales sing door-to-door. The occurrence of Christmas would be wonderful. The cards and letters came in big sacks. We as adolescents would sneak to read them by ourselves. The love of Christmas was shown via our snow-mom. We hung a scarf around her neck and wished her a Merry Christmas. We knew the hush of Christmas past was upon us. We sleep like teddy bears. We wore our cotton pajamas to bed. The warmth of the cabin was nice. We were tuck away and told to have a good night. Christmastide sparkled in our eyes. Merry Christmas shouted our grandmother. We bustled out to open our presents. The curtains were open wide. The snow was glistening white outside. Shush of Yuletide was a thrill inside. |________________________________________| penned on december 06, 2014 @ 12:10 A.M. EST!