Reflections Poem

Reflections Poem

Dec. 20, 1998

Wayne Danielson

Reflections in a Christmas Ornament

In this reflecting globe I see

All that Christmas means to me—

The lights, the colors, red and green,

The tinseled garland’s friendly sheen.

The children’s happy cries of joy

On finding a desired toy,

The music sounding hymns of praise

For him whose day this really is.

The lighted candles on the stair,

The glass of wine we kindly share,

The Cowboys playing rather tame.

O no! — they’ve lost another game.

And my beloved’s eyes aglow

With sweet affection’s quiet flow,

Recalling Christmas days before,

And those to come forever more.