When I Dream of Christmas

When I Dream of Christmas

When I dream of Christmas,

I dream of wondrous things,

of mistletoe and holly,

and joy the season brings,

Of snowy fields,

and rosy cheeks,

sleds careening fast and sleek,

houses lighted, festive, gay,

preparing for that special day

When family gathers ‘round the tree,

anticipating what will bein Christmas boxes tied up tight,

colorful wrappings shining bright,

Sharing love and laughter there,

while grandpa snoozes in his chair,

dinner served with all the trimmings

as we await New Year’s beginnings

Children scurried off to bed,

on goose-down pillows rest their head,

saying prayers for blessings given,

thanking Him, our Lord in Heaven

Grandma reading ‘bout the One,

Jesus Christ, His only Son,

enduring pain and sins of man,

King of Kings, the great “I AM”

When I dream of Christmasand wondrous things…
by Tamara Hillman. Copyright 2004

Found this poem recently and liked it so I thought I would share it here. Hope you enjoy too.