A ham’s scent from roasting in the over
fills the room. Lights and ornaments cover
the Christmas tree. The kids ask, “Is heaven
similar to this?” All their eyes hover
between gifts wrapped perfectly, each p sent
full of wonder and surprise. Overwhelmed
with joy, they tear the paper up, content,
with their new items they now own. Seldom
does such happiness fill each of the kids.
A scene of white appears to them outside,
the earth blanketed in snow. A sled skids
down a hill of perfect, pure fluff. The light
of the sun reflects off the white blanket.
Christmas, a holiday that we sanctioned.