The cold air resides at the door. Outside
Knocking for acceptance, it yearns to share in the warmth and glad tidings waiting on the other side. Inside
The windowpane, all frost bound and smoldering both inside and out, blinks pure white. Snow laden trees dance with every push of the wind. Silence
The room sits undisturbed and pale except for the red orange embers of the fire, flickering in the early morning light. Remembering last night’s hurried pace, they slumber yet still offer a hearty welcome. Warmth
The air, thick with the scent of pine, drapes itself over everything, while last night’s hot chocolate tingles the nose of every child still dreaming of what awaits. Magic
Colored lights flicker with the slightest movement, while white lights sit erect and steadfast on the windowsill showing the way to would-be travelers seeking respite from the cold night air. Welcome
The floorboards creak as steps are made from upstairs to down. Small puffs of fragrant smoky dust trail far behind and show direction to the eye of a child that lies awake. Waiting
Happy packages lie in silver and red wrappings. Bows grin like the Cheshire Cat waiting to be plucked, pulled, and tossed, in a forgotten heap. The prize inside lovingly placed not so long ago, by hands careful to preserve the thought and love hidden within, and soon to be opened and shared. Revealed
The outside light is brighter, as it chases away the cold and says hello to the crystals of snow on the pane, the flickering lights on the tree, the wrapped packages sitting beneath evergreens, the warm soft glow of the fire, the bounty of ornaments, the eyes of the family gathered, and the glistening of life’s breath as it joins together in this special and magical morning. Love
In a morning made of perfection, a family gathers and love is revealed. Love of the day, a moment, of love eternal. It is a morning more special than those before and those soon to follow. It is a morning filled with family, friends and faith. It is one of Hope, Love and Joy. It is a morning made for you, for me, for everyone. Perfection
By: RJ Heller
© RJ Heller, December 2010 : All rights reserved.
I have always wanted to write something about the ’feel" of the holidays. This piece is based on a “feel” I walked away from, reading a favorite short story by one of my favorite authors, Alistair MacLeod. A Canadian writer, it was his story “To Everything There is a Season”, that captured for me, that spirit and journey we all make from childhood to adulthood, recognized in an instance during one Christmas morning.
This for me, is the essence and heart of the piece I have written, so beautifully inspired by this story.
Happy Holidays to all
And in keeping with the season, I have asked some of my RB friends to post a photo or painting that they are reminded of when reading this piece. This is what Christmas is all about, sharing the warmth and memories with those closest to us. I am so fortunate to have found RB, and especially these new found friends. Thank you, and Seasons Greetings !