The magic of Christmas eve snow falls like sweet grace on my rotten day.
Schlick Schlick Schlick Smack
out in the icy dark
a hockey stick makes contact.
Still walking in the dark
but so grateful now for a turn toward the light
A tough stretch of days
brings me to this moment and I wonder
In my muddled up
oft blurry view
I ever keep watch for the light.
It feels quite good to get the gifts delivered to Santa’s sled in time!
The mailman said he couldn’t deliver earlier because….. the moose.
My boy just placed a baby chick order to deliver in the spring.