First Lights

‘Twas the week before Christmas,

and time, it would seem,

to seek out a few of my favorite things.


The local town square is always so bright

with sparkling magical holiday lights!


But first…

A feast!



I know it doesn’t look much like roast beast!

The Whos were having their office affair

Decked out in their jammies, with nary a care.



Time to pay up and get out in the air!


The lights were all twinkling

We went straight to the Square!




Reflections I see

in the spheres on the tree-

such curious faces

staring back at me!


Wait! Is this a Prince I have found?




Sitting alone

on the cold, hard ground-

but where is your crown? 

I kissed his cold cheek

all damp with the night.

He was not shy,

and did not give fight.


Still,  he sat there on

his rock and remained

a frog-content,

and without shame.


The lights! The lights I see..


They light up the night and

my heart with glee.


Swans a swimming,

frogs a leaping-

all within my heart

for keeping.



At this time of year

restraint disappears

and like a child

my soul is wild

with hopes and dreams

as love light gleams

across the world.


Oh, why can’t every day be like Christmas?



The night was dark

and nothing scary

though our ‘free’ dessert

was something hairy!



Shame on you kitchen friends. And it had such promise….

This post brought to you by Linda Hill and her #SoCS post prompt.

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