Whatsoever things are lovely...

A Christmas Greeting

by Debora Rorvig

On this wintry Sunday eve

I'm nestled in my cozy old

well-worn chair

by the fireplace;

Watching raindrops slowly drizzling

down the windowpanes

and reveling in the luxury

of Quiet.

The Christmas tree twinkles brightly in the corner near the fire,

it's boughs are fragrant fir.

I yawn a bit and sigh

and sip my chamomile tea

from my favorite flowery mug,

And reminisce of Christmas's past

And firelight

And mistletoe...

And You.

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