Stocking Stuffer
Christmas fills the senses
In a most delicious way.
The sight and sound and taste of it
For one full month hold sway.
Crisp and brittle holly wreaths,
Candles' velvet glow;
The smell of cookies baking,
The crunch of sparkling snow,
The eyes of little children
A-shine with hope and joy,
The shimmer of the Christmas tree,
Its base all banked with toys.
Christmas fills the senses, true,
But this is just a part;
For even more than all the rest,
Christmas fills the heart.
~ Elizabeth Collier
This is such a lovely poem! I thought the photo of my two granddaughters decorating cookies last Christmas was the perfect illustration.
I like the poem and you have a couple cute granddaughters!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lana! They are cute, I have to agree.
DeleteCute poem and sweet photo of your grand-girls!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Vicki! This cookie-baking photo is cute indeed.
DeleteOh my goodness, what a precious photo!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Pamela. They do cookie baking every year, but this is the first time little Arielle has been able to be really involved.
DeleteThe poem is great , but the picture is AWESOME!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lucie! I love that photo.
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