Call Home Christmas

they dream of white christmases

white as the bleeding hearts drooping by the summer window

stolen from their vine as a child’s breeze tumbles by

and they dream of red and green, red and green lights that twinkle as the leaves change

and life is exhaled with every

step on pavement scattered red and brown

they dream of good cheer, life as a morning sunrise on fresh sparkled dew

they dream of sweet sugar, pink as peppermint and roses

and the feeling of falling, but to a place where you would always choose to stay

and they dream of laughter

laughter as beloved Rapunzel weaving ladders with silk thread, delicate as a moment

cherished as white christmas