Home, For Christmas
By DEREK BECHER It’s nestled in fragrant and frost-covered pines,Whose branches embrace the fresh feathery snow,At the end of the drive beside pickets of whiteIn the dark of the winter, the lone warming glow. A thin wispy curl of cedar-sweet smokeFlirts through the flue, and twirls to the sky;And icicles dance down the eaves and the sills —Frosty, frozen Christmassy sighs. Nativity characters, softly-lit, glow —A marvelous scene I remember so true —With wandering tracks of the deer and fine faunaWho share in the wonder of hope again new. Birds whistle songs ’round the pine cones and needles,While stars sparkle high — only they could have seenThe birth of a savior, now so long ago,So quietly peaceful, so softly serene.…Continue Reading