Our hand-cut cedar tree, decorated,
glows green, gold, and red
with lights, globes, and ribbons
(not, as some might say, toilet paper).
The early-morning sun shines,
gold and red,
through the gently-frosted kitchen window.
Its light matches the tree’s glow.
In this peaceful morning before,
cup of hot chocolate warming my hand,
I sit and listen to Crooners Christmas Classics.
No one is up yet. This is my time before chaos.
Yet tonight, Mr. Como reminds me, is Oh Holy Night.
When I think of Him, the Son and Light, I’m always at peace.
