‘Tis the Season

‘Tis the Season to start

anew – to pass down old

traditions. Joy and laughter

fill the cold air. Snow falls

on dancing lovers. Hot

chocolate fill up cups

that were empty all year.

Tears freeze on my cheek.

Love is all we seek. Spirits

and ghosts of Christmas

past join us while we laugh.

Red and green lights

illuminate the dark night.

Dreidels spin while candles

burn on the manorah.

The fire place crackles

as cousins, sisters, brothers,

mothers, and fathers share

stories. Tonight, there is no

hurry. There is no greater

present than being present.

We wrap gifts as we wrap

up this past year. We move

to a new tomorrow. We let

go of yesterday’s sorrow.