The whispery snowflakes begin to glide
outside my kitchen window, and I see
a flock of feathered vertebrates inside
my withered garden searching; then they flee
to warmer climes for food. Kids gone, I'm free
to fly away, but aromatic smell
of fruitcake permeates the air -- all's well
inside my cozy house of comfort. Strains
of Christmas carols seem to rise and swell,
and in my heart the peace of Jesus reigns.
Copyright © 1994 Ruth Gillis
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