a stone floor and three candles
low on a wall,
quiet music in the air.
candy canes in golden pottery.
there are finals on my mind
and fire in my mouth from
the middle eastern food we eat -
i see
a dash of purple, white lights.
stars fall from the sky this night
in a lovely array of hope.
the stockings are made out of burlap here.
a thousand pictures and one, keeping
a face forever young
there is
no expectations -
gifts in smiles full of grace.
it is charlie brown and candles,
spice and purple bowls
of candy and pomegranates.
i am surrounded by glasswork, plants, memories.
it is Bethlehem on a table.
three candles at the end of the hall.
Christmas is in this house.
from the sky.