Christmas Magic (for Trudy)
A box of heirlooms we look over, in a closet in the hallway,
A shelf of tapes and records, wait patiently for their time to play.
Their time has come once more to assume their annual relevance.
As each finds the light, and sheds light on memories, past tense.
Procuring special, significant Christmas tree ornaments annually.
Had we only known, we were gazing at crystal balls... facsimile.
Christmas cards, as by-products, accompanied gifts of major stature.
Wishes, signatures, serve to remind of loved ones' sentiments, pure.
Some trinkets evoke bygone memories, others provoke, reminisce, query.
Time and space are granted these, having earned their place, varied.
With most, I know the drill, follow order, little left to surprise.
Never quite prepared for the end result, as anew, I gaze into your eyes.
Though we have reached a place in time, and our space, foundation sound.
Still see the future in our union, having built what is us, on solid ground.
The same stockings hang on this staircase, dwellings change, not the home.
Same hands hold each other, unique to us, work steadfast toward our gloam.
I loved you then. I love you now. All that is about you is all I'll ever be.
I say it now, as I said it then. Merry Christmas to us, to you and to me.
Shackles and encumbrance of obligation, whether great or small, realized,
Transcended. Supernatural agent... Christmas Magic, evidenced in your eyes.
Michael Todd aka Myke Todd has been writing and posting stories and poetry on social networking sites since 2006. He can currently be found at his dedicated poetry site... http://myketodd.blogspot.com/