As I gaze across the room at my prickly pine,
all the pretty packages wrapped with twine,
And the illuminated globes of color that shine,
I can imagine with such clarity the words they\'ll whine...
Has Santa come, is it time?
Why did he get that, it should be mine?
Although this is not how Christmas is defined,
To a mother these moments are truly divine.
~SS
12/14/17