Christmas from the deck

by jimowensjr

The rain and wind and lightning and the memories of laughing children, torn paper red and green littering the floor and tripping over boxes and the smell of sweet rolls warming, the hidden gifts I cannot find, the familiar comfort of my father’s voice greeting me, deer bounding through the trees, the calling crows in the distance and the sleep I rub from my eyes, the last golden leaves clinging to oaken branches silhouetted by green pines swaying, and thoughts of friends here and gone….these are the things that fill me…on Christmas morning.