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A WINTER MORNING
By the time you read this it will not be current,
but I'm writing at the kitchen table on Christmas morning.
It's chilly and the steam is swirling up from my coffee cup.
Carolers are singing softly and there are church bells.
I haven't opened the curtains yet
but judging by the grayish light seeping through, it's a winter day.
I haven't heard any snow shovels, but it's still early.
I think I'll plug in the tree lights.
Even through the closed curtains
snow is visible in the corners of the windows.
Holly and candles add color to the room
and the silhouette of a Christmas wreath
can be seen at the front window.
As little as a couple of inches of overnight snowfall
can blow into deep white drifts,
so I feel around under the bed for my high top boots.
The ones with the knife pocket.
And I'd better get out my blue flannel shirt.
The checkered one.
That always feels good and warm on a winter's morning
when the snow is squeaky cold.
We'd better hurry.
We're due at Alan and Vivian's house for Christmas dinner.
Funny, I can't seem to find my high-tops,or the flannel shirt,
or even my sheepskin mittens and earmuffs.
Grandma probably put them away somewhere. I'll ask her.
No, that's right, I can't ask her.
She's been gone a long time.
Sometimes I forget that.
I wonder what ever happened to those old winter clothes of mine.
Seems like I had 'em just the other day.
Or was it many years ago?
Got to go now, we're late for dinner.
Don't forget to turn off the tree lights and the air conditioner.
And, oh yes, the stereo Christmas music.
As I step out the door, presents under each arm,
the white glare makes my eyes water.
It could be snow. It really could!
But I feel the coral rock under my feet
as I step down from our motor home
and I hear the waves slapping against the shore a few feet to my left.
I wonder if they're having snow up home.
Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan
Home Page: http://www.jackandmisty.net
Billboard Duet of the Year, Grammy and CMA Finalists.
© Jack Blanchard, 2018.
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