THIS IS CHRISTMAS
TIME
BY SHEB SCHEBELLA
Here I stand upon a frozen hill, the snow is falling, but I
feel no chill. My heart is warm, my thoughts are clear. It is my family I love
dear. The wind shifts but I don’t turn my back it’s not my style, I just lean in with a grin.
I feel a nudge and it’s my hound so I sit with
him on the ground. He lays his head upon my lap, he thumps his tail and so we rest
for a while and I slightly smile, but no time for a nap.
The weather breaks
and the stars shine through, the snow glistens like diamonds and brings out the silver in my hair, but I feel young and so I don't care.
The moon glows and lights the frozen river and even though it is not
in motion it appears very much alive as do I.
I can smell wood
smoke coming from the chimneys of homes from around the village, but it is wonderfully
fresh crisp air, it is time for a cozy chair.
Dinner is waiting at
the shack, venison stew, corn bread, and root beer floats, lots of laughs and
silly jokes, but most of all, the sweetest thing are the people that sit around
the table who love me most, these are the moments I savor so; God has blessed me for I am not alone.
This is Christmas
time, time to go home…..
