Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Home For The Holidays

How peaceful I feel in the light of loving parents;
How wonderful it is to bask in their reflected glow.
This is the way to celebrate Christmas for me;
This seems a real holy family, not just for show.

The Christmas tree lights glow warmly,
But not as warmly as the love all around.
Baby Jesus is tucked into his crude crib;
He must be enjoying all the family sounds.

My nieces and nephew came by for supper,
Which I had the honor of providing.
My granddaughter read bedtime stories to me;
I sang to her of The Good Shepherd's love abiding.

All of these magical, messy, merry moments
Will forever be stored within my heart.
It may not bring peace on earth, goodwill toward men
But at least for me, it's a good start.


  1. Okay, so I'm slow, but I finally catch on. Love this Christmas stuff. I love the reversal of reading and singing. MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU RICHARD AND ALL.

    Love ya!
    Sherry & Jack from over in Florida.

  2. Wonderful Christmas thoughts in this poem. Wishing you and your's a MERRY CHRISTMAS way down there in bayou country!