with breathless wonder
December is welcomed-
this year with open arms

decorations, long stored away,
reappear under delicate tissue and tinsel,
pristine in their nostalgia

recipes, dusty with ancient flour
and memories, awaken senses
from long ago kitchens

wrapping, ribbon, old bows,
adorn newly polished relics
damasked and sewn

chalk figures purchased with pennies
gaze in adoration at the Baby
in the creased cardboard stable

this is the year of my delight-
Christmas is mine again

Second week of Advent