Listen and Hear

He has come. 

His mark is upon my home.

A white blanket left last night. 

Frost now boarders my windows.

Icicles hanging from gutters. 

Lights twinkle and shine.

My sleep interrupted

by jumping and screams of joy. 

Rise from soft, pillowy embrace of mattress.

My descent down the stairs begins.

My children's laughter

rings through the halls.

Our floor now covered with 
toys and gizmos,
PJ's and action figures,

lip gloss and candy.
Must have snowed!

On the carpet
lay a colorful, decorative clutter.
Choo! Choo! 

Around the tree it goes. 

Making memories lasting for years.
Chaos erupts
as the bells and whistles 
jingle jangle,

kazoos and noisemakers 

tinkle and toll.
Sugar plums dance in their head,

as I lay them down to sleep. 

Rosey cheeked, 

clothed in patchwork, 

yarn headed girls, 

and colorful, 

able-bodied men

keep watch over night 

as their new protectors 

and new best friends.
Come January 

we're ready for summer. 

Kids packing their bags,

back to school they go.
Down come 
the stockings, 

the lights,

the star

and the tree.

Now listen and hear, 
Happy day after Christmas.

Merry rest of the year. 

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country

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