Thinking of you, verse # 5 (at Christmas)

Thinking of you…

Snow is falling softly,
the fire flickers in the hearth,
and candles light the room with the golden glow of warmth,
bows hang on the mantle,
stockings hang just off to the side,
as they hang there waiting for the holidays, for Santa to arrive,
but as the Christmas tree lights sparkle,
the room smells like evergreen,
and presents wrapped in shiny paper sit beneath the tree,
I sit here in the quiet,
and through the window see,
snowflakes falling down to Earth like crystal memories,
then as the candle flickers,
the clock hands cease to move,
stopping time as the candlelight shows me memories of you,
like magic in a moment,
scenes are shown upon the flame,
the two of us at winter time in the snow and playing games,
the bows smile at the memories,
stockings laugh at the snowball fights,
and the Christmas tree seems to sigh as it stands there in the light,
but then the candle flickers,
its flame a golden glow again,
and as if they had never stopped, the clock hands move again,
counting down to midnight,
as the fire flickers in the hearth,
and candles light the room with the golden glow of warmth,
the snow is falling softly,
Christmas gently lighting up the room,
and I sit here in the glow and warmth, thinking about you.