Christmas Poem by Glenda Beall

I watched as our woods filled up with snow. This is view from my living room.

Snow at Christmas
by Glenda C. Beall

Silent December snow covers
grey mountain forests, clings
to thin bare branches of oaks,
poplar and ash.

It mounds on brown wide leaves
still hanging on to stubborn trees
that, until now, denied winter’s presence.
Holly bushes crowned with snow

create photo ops for Christmas cards.
Rooftops iced in white,
frosted gingerbread houses,
await Santa's footsteps.

Red ribbons on our mailbox
collect crystal flakes
within curving bows,
on bunched pine boughs.

Kayla hangs her stocking, dreams
of Barbie dolls, gift wrapped boxes
piled high beneath her glowingt
Christmas tree.

We light a candle in the snow.
Pray for children around the world,
who long for peace, a cup of rice,
an end to fear and
war.