This Xmas night
I contemplate
the dying ember's glow
and dream of happy Xmas's
of childhood long ago.
The tinseled tree
I look at now
twinkles back at me
reminding me of magic times
my love rich family.
My children sleep
within their beds
their stockings hung with glee
to dream their woven dreams
of sparkling fantasy.
Remembering mine
I lace that tree
with love and ecstacy
and hope their faces reflect mine
when I was only wee.