A Christmas Flame
by James Tyler
Coffee on Christmas morning
The birds have all gone south.
She has her blonde hair down
And wears a red scarf.
There’s a parade in town
But the fire is too pleasant
To leave behind
And stand in the cold
To watch the floats pass by.
They sit and snuggle
Together in the room.
The logs sing a song of warmth
And the snow outside
Piles and piles for miles and miles.
Their hearts are not frozen today—
They are toasty in love.
A Christmas kiss and a subtle touch
Makes the day a golden tear
From the eye of the soul.
No, she doesn’t want diamonds
And no, he doesn’t want a Rolex.
All they want is for their hearts to be
intertwined—
What a gift from God.
No children yet to coddle,
Just each other to hold.
And as the outside grows cold
Their love comes together
In a flame that cannot be squandered
By the strongest of wind.
A thirst that has no respite
A hunger that has no fill.
Christmas hearts and hands—
They are closer now than ever
A gift that has no price. |
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