Christmas Morning

I want to wake with you 
On Christmas morning …
And every day before, and after …
But today my thoughts linger
On that one special morning
That’s always been dipped in magic
And dusted
With cinnamon and spice.
 
I want to meet the day
Nestled in your arms
The beat of your heart next to my ear
And the sound of your breath
Filtering through the ebb and flow
Of that tentative wakefulness
That hovers
Before I open my eyes
 
I want to hold the gift you give me
On Christmas morning …
The same gift you give 
Every day before, and after …
Cradle it in my hands and feel  
Through every gentle brush of fingertip
Until at last I set it gently between us
Handled with care





december 2011