A creak at our door,
black as night out the window.
“Mom, it’s six-oh-two!”
Cinnamon, butter,
and warm yeasted dough – scents
of Christmas morning.
Stampede of kid feet
down carpeted stairs –
squeals of delight at the tree.
Wide eyes sparkle like
holiday lights; a kiss
that tastes of chocolate.
Small hands – sticky with
icing – tug ribbons, shred paper,
hug me tight.
A frenzy of ripping,
tossing bows like confetti.
Bing croons softly in the background.
He clicks LEGOs, she
knots string, in the quiet of
Christmas content.
Flakes of pink salmon
on white China plates –
we groan in sated pleasure.
Air warm with
the scent of spiced pears; glasses
clink at the table.
Butterfly Mind 
Merry Christmas!
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Andrea, this is just lovely. Well done. Am sharing. In the round of family phone calls, Carol mentioned she’s baking Cherry and Pecan pies. That reminded all of the family pie tradition and then that wonderful piece you wrote. Merry Christmas.
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…. The tastes of chocolate—YEAH! Beautiful thoughts, beautiful day, and I hope yours is a beautiful Christmas. Blessings to you and yours. 🙂
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You write so well ❤ Merry Christmas x
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Blimey!
It is a very “Christmassy” one.Have a wonderful festive time ,many blessings for 2015 !
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This catches the ‘quiet of Christmas content’ and all the smells and tastes and sights of the big day perfectly! Thanks again for a lovely read. Happy Christmas from North Yorkshire in the UK to you and your family!
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