Days get cold.
The days grow dark.
But I have no reason to care.
You are there to keep me warm,
and your smile lights the world.
There’s no such thing as too many lights though;
and we hang them in our bedroom,
in the hall,
on the Christmas tree,
in the kitchen.
I picture our home decorated for Christmas.
It is our safe haven,
the place where you can be you,
and I will be me.
We can be us.
I picture sitting on the sofa, reading colorful Christmas books to our children
before you carry them off to bed.
We’ll have a picnic in front of the tree once they’re asleep.
I love our sweet and quiet hours together.
If I’m feeling silly, I’ll wrap you in Christmas lights.
And kiss you until our breath is gone.
I want you to carry me to bed.
I’ll wake up there alone.
I’ll wake up there cold.
I’ll wake up remembering only a dream.
The snow will be falling silently outside.
I’ll stand at my window,
letting my fingertips touch the freezing glass.
I will wait for you to come home.
Come home to me.
Let me spend this winter with you.