A Christmas Poem
His Wish
What the Snowman Knows
I watch the lights and holiday trees Looking through windows in front yards Fireplaces crackle, carols fill the air Mommies laugh as they write Christmas cards.
But the magic of the season isn’t in stockings on the walls It’s not in the presents wrapped up with bows You won’t find it in the tinsel draped through the halls Though they’re pretty to look at, I know.
It’s in the tiniest things. It’s the twinkle in the eyes of a child It’s in the warmth that fills every family room It’s in the way your lips curl up when you smile.
On days when the snow falls, and when winter wind blows Gather your cherished ones close Think for a moment, how wonderful it feels when you’re with the ones you love the most.
My wish for you is to remember those days When life happens and drifts you apart Magic always happens when you open yourself up When you let others in. That’s how it starts.
It’s a choice you make every day to look for what brings us together I promise it’s as easy as looking with new eyes And on that day, you’ll see — Christmas can be forever.
That’s what the snowman knows. His Wish is for everyone to know it too It’s always Christmas, for those with open hearts. The magic is in you. Mitch.
This story was written in response to December Photo Prompts (Photo Prompt 3) by Susi Moore.
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