Not all scenes of snow with Christmas intent
are filled with sleigh bells and holly
not all thoughts of stockings hung by the chimney,
include fat men in red that are jolly,
lays on my mind
A scene of trees laden heavily with white stuff
can bring visions not of sugarplums
but of peace, contentment, muffled sounds of nature
that fill the heart without the drums,
no little boy here
So in remembering your favorite Christmas year,
that it does not need to be repeated
for once it is placed in your heart, it remains forever
to bring out each year and greeted,
improving with age © Arlene S. Bice, 2012