Let it be about Love

Originally posted on Through the Fog poetry:

There is no Winter Wonderland where I live,

No white Christmas for me or my menagerie.

There are other wonders that mark these days…

Rain falls outside the window like dropping tinsel,

Home smells like handmade sweets, made with care.

Excitement, happiness, and innocent wonder in my child’s eyes

Reminds me to recognize the things I have that no one can buy.

Fellowship and laughter, warm hugs from family who care,

Even reminiscing, telling stories, missing...