My Christmas Dream

Growing up...my family wasn't all that big about the celebration of holidays...it was very inconsistent...and well, the more that I realized what I was missing out on, the more passionate I have become about hoping for my own traditions when I have my own family one day. This is a poem of my heart's desire for the future..."My Christmas Dream."

Lights brighten everything in a brilliant glow.

Crystal icicles on rooftop edges.

Colorful bulbs surrounding tree trunks and branches.

A twinkling "Merry Christmas" sign,

out front for all to see.

Candles burn within.

The sweet scent of Vanilla Bean Noel,

mixes with the fresh inhale of a fir tree.

It was specially chosen to fill the corners of the home.

Ornaments hang in a dizzying array of memories,

shadows dancing amidst the tree lights,

the star puts the finishing touch on top.

It is home sweet home.

A wreath marks the front door.

A garland decks the mailbox.

Stockings add more memories to the fireplace.

Holiday tablecloths, centerpieces, kitchen towels, oven mitts...

everything is themed.

Everything is decorated.

Everything is as it should be.

The season is filled with church worship nights, concerts, caroling.

It is filled with volunteering and blessing others in need.

It is filled with intentional gift giving, gratitude, and quality time.

It is filled with ice skating, Christmas movies...

most definitely Home Alone!

It is filled with gingerbread houses, cookie decorating, enjoying meals together.

Christmas Eve would be a time of cooking as a family.

It would be a time to bake a cake for Jesus.

We would sing Him "Happy Birthday" and blow out the candles.

We would read the Christmas story with a nice cup of hot chocolate,

excitedly waiting for the presents under the tree the next morning...

but only after a prayer of thanks is said, can we unwrap those blessings.

Because ultimately, those gifts should remind us of the best gift ever given to us...

Jesus is the reason for the season.

And this is my Christmas dream.