Once before Christmas
I sit in the glow of the Christmas tree
All alone, no one else but me
The house is quiet, hushed and still
As the cat sleeps on the window sill
As I sit and reflect on Christmas’s past
I ponder how they’ve gone so fast
How, not long ago I was just a child
With great anticipation of presents piled
Now, most of my children are all grown
I’m just thankful, that they’re all at home
Now, what of Christmas’s that lie ahead?
I leave those to my dreams, once I’ve gone to bed
12/21/09
poem by Rhonda Baker
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