I believe in the power of winter.
For even a Scrooge, season's greetings strike fire at the core.
The breeze greets with a nip at the nose;
often chilling, but a sign that winter has arrived.
I believe in full stomachs and gifts and carols.
Table conversations are met with a crackling fireplace;
Mumbling about forkfuls of turkey and apple pie.
Grandma's withered hands and warm smiles
handing peppermints to every squealing child.
I believe in Christmas jitters;
Laying in bed enveloped in thick blankets.
Christmas music humming gingerly from the stereo;
A lullaby to calm anxious minds.
I believe in Christmastime.