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 the Christmas tree

~*~
11/26/05

I’m the small one, Sister is the taller one.
This was taken in the early 1970’s.

Copyright © 2005 Brenda Barnhart
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