Christmas And A Place Called Home

He hovers as I sleep,

waiting for me to open my eyes and smile.

I rub the sleep out of my eyes,

capturing his anticipation.

Christmas morning feels magical,

Elvis singing Christmas songs,

while we inhale coffee.

Snow globes shining,

lights twinkling,

hearts dancing as one.

He wants to wake his brother up,

but he has to wait until nine o'clock .

My thoughts wander to

children abandoned and abused

in shelters plucked away from family,

they have no safe place.

A man I met the other day

finds hope in every child,

and dedicates his life to helping them.

He traded his chain to buy his wife

a ring for Christmas.

He left the corporate world,

to a job at the shelter. 

The job doesn't pay much

but he is richer than many I know.

His eyes light up as he shares

his heart with me.

My heart rejoices because I know

our paths crossed for a reason.

My little one urges again and my thoughts

wander back.

After the gifts,

husband and I watch television 

by the tree.

The tree breathes with us,

as we breathe with gratitude. 

I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday. Please join us here http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts. So grateful our son Josh was able to get time off from the hospital and 

come home and spend Christmas with us.