Posting at the computer screen,

Hear whispers of slippers unseen…

He would crane his neck

But then, what the heck,

Not everyone for talking is keen.

An elder sits by the tree

Lit up so Christmasy…

To read his mail

Until daylight fails,

With a comment or two for me.

In the darkness, colored lights glow,

An allusion of God’s Gift, we know…

So lights twinkle through

Spruce branches (blue),

Reminding of memories in tow!

Peacefulness in here selected,

And soon my own mail’s collected…

Of places to post,

He likes this the most,

Where rhyme and down time are perfected.

–Jonathan Caswell

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