December

December is a troubadour singing in celebration

of vanillla-ice skies

snow-cone hills

frost-sculptured window pane

 

of crackling fire

steaming hot chocolate lamp-lit reading chair

 

of children laughing,

dragging homeward pine tree

decking it with kindergarten art

candy canes, and flashing lights

hanging hope in a stocking

saying prayers before bed

 

singing in jubilation as angels

join the song on high

 

Wilma Gundy