Home for the Holidays

I keep wanting
to reacquaint my senses
with the comfortable sights, sounds, and flavours of Christmas;
to feel the scintillating scents brush against my skin
and to hear the crackling melodies of carols fill the air.

I wish…
If only I could stare into yesterday’s eyes
and watch reliable memories dance
like masquerades and paint the streets with accustomed smiles.

I long to watch
daylight sprint to greet me
like a long lost friend
and offer me a moment in the sun
where blue skies still chastise clouds.
I still yearn for my ears
to relish aromatic thoughts
and feel the warm comforts of home,
under the watchful gaze of a careful sunset.

I am ready to celebrate.
I don’t need Santa,
his bright-eyed reindeer or mystic snow angels.
Just give me radiant sunrises.

I will hang smiles, not mistletoe.
I will feast on laughter at dinner.
And on Christmas eve,
I will fall in love again with familiar memories
waiting to be unwrapped under the Christmas tree.

I am on my way…
to laugh out loud and in color
and to embrace the soft,
familiar warmth of Christmas

My mind is rushing home for the holidays.

14 thoughts on “Home for the Holidays”

  1. Lovely! This awakens all the senses to the sights, smells and sounds of Christmas. I hear melancholy and nostalgia as the writer longs for the Christmas of his youth.

  2. Through the power of both memory and imagination, I am myself thoroughly enjoying being at home for Christmas–as a little boy in the village (Phillip’s) and as an older boy in the city (Basseterre).
    Thanks for taking me/us down memory lane via your picturesque verbal photography.

  3. Another masterfully crafted piece. I love it. I have posted it on my page…and thanks to Aloun for keeping me in the loop because i never get notifications from you.lol

  4. Your verses resonate with a bittersweet melody, capturing the poignant ache of longing for home during the holiday season, when the yearning for familiar sights, sounds, and warmth becomes stronger.

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