She was passionate about Christmastime,
A celebration that only lasted for a short-lived month.
Was that the beauty in it?
The most magical time of the year seems so sudden,
Yet it never passes her.
She rests in it.
Piano instrumentals of her favorite Christmas carols dance around her,
Softer and sweeter than any lullaby.
Saddened is she for the day to come,
When luminous lights and decorative colors are packed away.
But today is special,
It's December.
Cold weather welcomed,
Putting warm blankets and fuzzy socks to good use.
Is there a way to serve Cocoa without tons of marshmallows?
She comes inside to sit next to the fireplace,
With a nose redder than Rudolph's.
It is funny that even the warmest of hearts
Can not defeat a nipping Jack Frost!
Pine, cinnamon, vanilla, and nutmeg
Create a blissful aroma around the room.
What is more delightful than the smells of Christmas?
Perhaps it is the taste of gingerbread cookies-
Or the familiarity of beloved traditions.

She listens to the crisp crackles of the firewood,
Until her heavy eyelids make rest.
During her quick slumber,
A magnificent dream happens upon her.
She dreams of a Christmas that outlives us all,
One with a spirit that grows each day.

As she awakens, she sees a red-
A blurry, once wild, now peaceful red.
The after-fire still holds its color,
And Christmas is just the same.
A forever Christmas does not last forever;
her dream was just a dream.
But nonetheless, she finally saw, a Christmas that never ends.
And in that moment, all was eternal, merry, and bright.