Where The Snows Fall, When The Tree's Hauled

Where The Snows Fall, When The Tree's Hauled

Candy canes dangle
reflected in brightly mirrored
red and green orbs
lights that blink
lights that bubble
a lucky pickle
a hidden witch
a harp and a trumpet
a dozen or so stuffed Santas
piled in a chair
the Santas sing carols
another few dangle
some skiing
some sledding
white bears that drink coke
green needles arrayed
cross red velvet skirt
they've fallen, more cling
a small glittered tree
my picture in the center
its from second grade
an angel or star scrapes the ceiling
its the tops and looks good
it smells like sugar cookies
their shape, wreathes and trees
but moreso its pine
its woody and fresh
its Christmas
and I'm home.