The green painted tree is lighted up
Gold and silver trimmings skirted around
Red and blue balls strung in festive dance
Bright greeting cards hanged in the wall
The cone crusted holly placed atop the alcove
The red huge socks by the chimney bricks
Eagerly awaits for your fill of goodies,
As I did write to you I have been a good girl
I wipe away chocolate crumbles on my chin,
And traces of milk around my pale lips
My holiday wish list is really short this year
Just you and me, in front of the warm fireplace
I really need to tell you, I have grown up
Author's Note: Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - doors open every Tuesday at 3 pm EST. My saddest Christmas came when my youngest child said she didn't believe in Santa anymore. Now I am relieved she knows it is the spirit of giving that matters most - and real conversations - the best gifts ~
Thanks for the visit ~
Picture credit: here
Love the holiday feelings in this poem, and your note after. Christmas was magical when my kids were young - so different now, but still with lots to enjoy. I enjoyed your poem. Love the last line!
ReplyDeleteDoes kind of lose it's spark when kids no longer believe, but so true the spirit is what counts.
ReplyDeletesmiles..love me some mother/daughter moments...just recently i spent a lovely piano and christmas song jam session with both my daughters at the piano..and we also sang all those children christmas songs i used to sing with them when they were small..and yes..they have grown up.. and it's great.. smiles
ReplyDeletenot only is it holiday but the sentiment leaves me warm inside as well...this has a lovely feel to it heaven...nice...
ReplyDeleteI love the Christmas ambiance you have so greatly created here... it is all about the spirit of love.
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What a beautiful little sroty ~ even though you're grown up I can still feel the hope in there! http://apoetryman.blogspot.com/2011/12/three-days.html
ReplyDeleteah those were the days when I believed santa was the one living those gifts under my tree...
ReplyDeletei like your holiday wish list. ;-)
ReplyDeleteLovely holiday feel to this--sweet and tender--
ReplyDeleteAudrey
Just so touching and warm and special, Heaven.. I spend a lot of time with two grandchildren who still believe. I treasure these few years. It won't be long...
ReplyDeleteThe simplest of things...
ReplyDeleteSending you quite Christmas blessings
Alaurilee
A warm and sweet write, Heaven.
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you still believe in Santa, some things never change no matter what age ;)
ReplyDeleteThere is both something so wonderful and yet so sad when a child grows up.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the feel of this poem, how you lead us to the understanding of what has happened. It's like living that moment. Good work!
Even though we grow up, it doesn't mean there aren't still spirits lingering in the background. You certainly evoke them here.
ReplyDeleteReally like the conviction - and confession - of Narrator personal development the piece reaches in closure. Nice touches
ReplyDeleteLovely, Heaven! I like...'I wipe away chocolate crumbles on my chin' : ))
ReplyDelete-Eva
Sweet and beautifully Christmasy... And sometimes the shortest holiday wish lists are the best - hope it comes true
ReplyDeleteA very beautiful poem. It is a sign when one realizes it's about giving and not so much receiving, and the decorations sets the mood nicely. Really like this one.
ReplyDeleteI like all of your color words and the crumbs bit. You bring the senses alive in your writing.
ReplyDeleteI only have maybe one or two more years left before Santa becomes a spirit in my home rather than a real person :(
Lovely post.. The best kept secret of innocence we have. The day my youngest grew out of it made my wife sad. But I loved it because I didn't have to put together toys at two pm in the morning . Yea! ...
ReplyDeleteI like the clashing of the innocent with the hint of ideas that are much more mature.
ReplyDeleteI'm dreading the day my daughter stops believing in Santa!
ReplyDeleteI really like this, Heaven.
I sense christmas fever gripping everyone...
ReplyDeleteGreat progression and beautiful conclusion. Loved its seasonality and quite sensuality.
ReplyDeletelovely write for the season, pulled it into life very well! ~ Rose
ReplyDeleteHa ha! Your ending is awesome: "I really need to tell you, I have grown up" ... as are your subtleties in grown-up innuendo.
ReplyDeleteReading this made wish I had written a holiday poem. Good work
ReplyDeletesentimental and warm
ReplyDeleteyou made me feel warm and cosy - proper snuggles. love the pic ;)
ReplyDeleteawww, so lovely!!! :)
ReplyDeletehappy rally!
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This creates a warm, loving feeling, that is consistent with the spirit of the season. And your wish list shows you've got your priorities straight!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful holiday poem!
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...christmas if for grown-ups too! nice poem for the holiday...thanks for sharing...
ReplyDeleteJust you and me, in front of the warm fireplace
ReplyDeleteThis line has so much of love care and warmth to express, heaven..Loved it so much Thanks for share..
romantic and heart warming,
ReplyDeletewell done.
mmm! a yummy Xmas wish.
ReplyDeleteI like it!
Tantalizingly Trimmed.
It's a real milestone when the kids don't believe in the myth any longer, and yes, Santa needs to know.
ReplyDeletechristmas for me...
ReplyDeletewell.
this makes me believe.
nicely done.
Such warm, rich holiday images in an unusual light. Nicely done.
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