When I Dream of Christmas Poem
When I dream of Christmas,
I dream of wondrous things,
of mistletoe and holly, and joy the season brings,
Of snowy fields, and rosy
cheeks, sleds careening fast and sleek,
houses lighted, festive, gay, preparing for that special day
When family gathers ‘round
the tree, anticipating what will be
in Christmas boxes tied up tight, colorful wrappings shining bright
Sharing love and laughter
there, while grandpa snoozes in his chair,
dinner served with all the trimmings as we await New Year’s beginnings
Children scurried off to
bed, on goose-down pillows rest their head,
saying prayers for blessings given, thanking Him, our Lord in Heaven
Grandma reading ‘bout the
One, Jesus Christ, His only Son,
enduring pain and sins of man, King of Kings, the great “I AM”
When I dream of Christmas
and wondrous things…
When I Dream of Christmas
poem by Tamara Hillman. Copyright 2004