Christmas Gathering
The moon was painting shadows
on the fresh new coat of white
that lightened up the darkness
of the lonely, lonely night.
It was Christmas on the prairie;
and we stopped to say, “Hello,”
to friends that we’d last visited
too many moons ago.
It wasn’t lonely anymore,
with windows gleaming gold,
inviting us to come on in
out of the bitter cold.
And we walked into a cabin
that was filled with Christmas cheer.
It was Christmas…and the fireplace glowed;
and friends were gathered near.
We watched the sparks leap from the fire
as folks all stirred and stoked.
We reminisced about the past.
We sang and laughed and joked.
And fondly, we remembered
the good times that we’d had;
but we remembered, also,
when the good times turned to bad.
Our friendship, it then struck me,
resembled so those sparks;—
it somehow glowed the brightest
when the brightest hours turned dark.
When all our dreams were shattered;
and the times were growing sour,
our friends stood right beside us
and sweetened every hour.
Our hearts and souls communed again
till it was time to go;
then joined our tethered horses
that were waiting in the snow.
We left with quite the finest gifts!
We left with memories
and knowledge of how blessed we were
to have such friends as these!
© 2010, Bette Wolf Duncanon the fresh new coat of white
that lightened up the darkness
of the lonely, lonely night.
It was Christmas on the prairie;
and we stopped to say, “Hello,”
to friends that we’d last visited
too many moons ago.
It wasn’t lonely anymore,
with windows gleaming gold,
inviting us to come on in
out of the bitter cold.
And we walked into a cabin
that was filled with Christmas cheer.
It was Christmas…and the fireplace glowed;
and friends were gathered near.
We watched the sparks leap from the fire
as folks all stirred and stoked.
We reminisced about the past.
We sang and laughed and joked.
And fondly, we remembered
the good times that we’d had;
but we remembered, also,
when the good times turned to bad.
Our friendship, it then struck me,
resembled so those sparks;
it somehow glowed the brightest
when the brightest hours turned dark.
When all our dreams were shattered;
and the times were growing sour,
our friends stood right beside us
and sweetened every hour.
Our hearts and souls communed again
till it was time to go;
then joined our tethered horses
that were waiting in the snow.
We left with quite the finest gifts!
We left with memories
and knowledge of how blessed we were
to have such friends as these!
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