Sunday, December 12, 2010


©  Gloria Smith 2010

The wind cried round about my house
And poked around like a little mouse
Hunting some secret hidden way in
Perhaps it too needed a Friend
It had forgotten where it came from
Or exactly where it meant to go 
It peeked in the window as it raced by
And saw me as I sat down and cried
But alas it was much too cold for me
And could not offer its company
So it snowed sparkles upon the ground
And called to me in a tinkling sound
As it played with freezing wind chimes
From a time when it had been invited in
And welcomed as summer breezes
Far away from winter's colds and sneezes
When it saw me at my window smiling
At the beguiling beauty it had bestowed
It went contentedly on its way
To poke round like a little mouse
And sneak about another house
Peeking very carefully in 
Across the dark and lonely miles
Should another need an awestruck smile

Friday, December 03, 2010

Musings On Christmas...

©  Gloria Smith 2010

If you have nothing else to give away for Christmas; no money to buy presents with -- don't grieve... you still have love to give, and love you'll receive in return. Christmas is not a date but a state of mine. No, it's not like it was when we were children; it's much better. The magic has grown within us for now we can appreciate its essence. The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree is the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other. So all grown up I will dream the dream of Christmas. I will go to sleep that little girl again with rosy cheeks and soft smooth skin, excited to know that once more I have awakened to a Christmas dawn. I'm still here... to love and be loved once again! 

Yes, I have grown older and have many burdens to bear, but love weighs heavier on my heart than any grief I carry so it is love I will share.

Heap on the wood!-the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.-- Sir Walter Scott 

Merry Christmas everyone!