Memories of December

How warmly I remember
Those treasured past Decembers
so filled with special memories
of carefree, childhood joys–
Of helping Mom with baking
And decoration making
and sending notes to Santa
filled with lists of dreamed-of toys.

Outside, the winter air was chill
As laughing, we’d race down the hill,
our trusty old toboggans
gliding o’er the glistening snow.
And inside, all was cozy
As we’d run in, cheeks all rosy,
to be warmed beside the fire–
I loved those past Decembers so.

And in the silence of the night
When through the house, the only light
came twinkling, like bright jewels,
from our beloved Christmas tree,
I’d watch the tinsel shimmer
As the ornaments would glimmer
with my own wide-eyed reflection–
what a mage world to me.

Nanette Rolaff