for Scott Coskie, a talented theater director who
loved Christmas and everything Disney
Defying December winds
one blustery day,
we happily strung Christmas lights
across your front yard.
Dressed in Disney ornaments
your tree, glistening through the window
as inside, tinseled shelves of snowy cotton
set a stage for village life.
Within my mind, there still exists
a dancing Pinocchio,
the gift your heart couldn't help but crave
one Christmas long ago.
Watercolor memories,
abstracted and blurred,
melding Christmas past into Christmas present,
alive and aglow,
bringing you back each year
as angelic characters fill my ears
and Christmas comes to my heart!
© Shelly Sitzer, 2017
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| Pinocchio and Cantinflas marionettes at the National Puppet Museum in Huamantla, Tlaxcala, Mexico by Alejandro Linares Garcia from Wikimedia Commons |
1 comment:
I like this poem a Lot! It has a sweet and innocent expression of how light Christmas can be.
My wife Vidya also relished the fun of making such display, and it was a communion we enjoyed together. Thank you!
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