The Christmas House

By Patricia Rhodes

There before me stood the Christmas tree in all its splendor
Festooned in glittering balls of many colors and designs 
Reflecting the glow of multi strands of lights

It was a beautiful tree that reached to the top of the stairs and beyond
Engulfing the surrounding area of the foyer but leaving the required
Room for what use to be gaily wrapped gifts, to everyone’s delight

The house was filled with excited children and the spirit of the season
I immediately gave myself over to the joy of being with family 
Embracing each grandchild as they ran to my arms for a hug and a kiss

In the sitting room fireplace was a welcoming fire as the day was brisk
Toys and opened gifts were scattered about scarcely leaving room to step
If I do not mention how lovely the room was decorated, I would be remiss

Indeed, all the rooms of the house were bedecked with Christmas trees.
Garlands of pine, candles and wreaths decorated the windows
Christmas music softly serenaded us reminding us of the reason for this day 

As we gathered around the table for our Christmas feast
We held hands and thanked God for the blessings of family and friends
And for all those in need of His love and guidance most humbly did we pray

As the quiet of night descended and we all lay down to sleep
I wondered if all the Christmases celebrated in this old house were happy
Did those who lived here before feel the love that fills this home tonight

This old house is loved and cared for as are those who reside here
For they know the true meaning of Christmas is to give and to share
So may this house keep them safe and warm and may all sleep tight

Patricia’s poems reflect her eighty-seven years of thinking and observations on life. Her first children’s story, Mack the Mouse, was made available October 13. She is a widow living in a retirement community. She has two children, six grandchildren and one great grandson and one cat.