Chistmas Eve
On window panes, the icy frost
Leaves feathered patterns, crissed & crossed,
But in our house the Christmas Tree,
Is decorated festively,
With tiny dots of colored light,
That cozy up this winter night,
Christmas songs, familiar, slow,
Plays softly on the radio,
Pops & hisses from the fire,
Whistle with the bells and choir,
Emily’s now fast asleep,
On her back and dreamin’ deep,
When the fire makes her hot,
She turns to warm whatever’s not,
Propped agaist me on the rug,
I give her a gentle hug,
Tommorow’s what I’m waiting for,
But I can wait a little more.