The Magic of Christmas
"Christmas lives in our hearts; sometimes we have to search a little,
but it's there."... by poet
I'll always remember pine Christmas trees
scenting the air, along with plum pudding;
and the lights, soft color-etched memories
family, candlelight, carols to sing.
This year, no lads and ladies will gather,
Christmas will be with friends and memories.
But a year ago, we were together,
magic filled the air midst hours of tease.
If we could but capture moments in time,
save them to replay whenever we choose.
Christmas is the perfect time to remind
memories burnished by love we won't lose.
The magic of Christmas sung in noels,
serenading under stars' silver light.
Candlelight, open fire casting their spells,
A long-ago birth to make the world right.
November 27, 2022
for "A Writing Challenge: Write a Christmas Poem" contest
by Constance La France
First Place!
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2022
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