Christmas Time

Settling into the season…

Hustled at once by the noise and bustle of production if only for a minute, while the tree goes up.

Watch the way the lights dance across the hardwood floor, making the room somehow softer.

Just breathe.

The crinkle of the paper of presents unwrapped, the giggles of children,

these are the memories that dance in the shadows as the lights glow.

Everyone is grown now.

Yet the season comes again,

longing for the happiness of youth.

Settle into the glories of what was and the promise of what will be,

embraced at once by the shimmer where the shadows meet the light.