“Sister Christmas”

Memories of pine smells
and twinkling lights
silver threads shining
glistening, reflecting
the colors of the tree

The magic of smell
of sight and sound
colors and lights
all dancing around

Flickering sounds of
Christmas glee
it was pure magic
under that tree
just my sister and me

Our magical place
when sisters we'd be
laying under our
Christmas tree

~*~
11/26/05

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“The magic of smell
of sight and sound
colors and lights
all dancing around

Flickering sounds of
Christmas glee
it was pure magic
under that tree”

Brenda Barnhart