If Christmas was Perfect

Presents piled beneath the tree, colored lights aglow, snuggled warm inside my bed, wishing it would snow. Sounds of children's laughter, saying Gram and Grandpa's Names, calling "come and join us, open presents, there's two that are just the same". The smell of fresh hot coffee, mingled with the pine scent in the air, revives me as it reaches me, I'm waking up, I'm almost there. The dogs are barking, companies here, I wonder who else it could be? My only Christmas wish this year, was to have my family here with me. Grandaughters, and Grandsons are who Grandma wants to see, If I could I would have wrapped them up, and put them beneath my tree. The sound of the dogs grows ever louder, not so cheerful as it seemed, I rolled over and realized, I had been asleep, it was just a dream. The grandkids, and kids are still far far away, and there they will stay, on this Christmas day.

No sugar plums no dancing fairies, Only a dream, you see. I am a dreamer, always have been, always will be that's just me.