By the lake this morning… a gloomy viewCheery lights inside… my son and I decorated his house for the holidays. Even simple decorations somehow become magical in the glow of colourful lights. The tree and star change slowly… as a child I would have been fascinated by this ‘magical’ transformation. Even as an adult, the coloured light is mesmerizing…My son, Aaron, was gifted a great Christmas stocking. Many of the ornaments on the tree were handmade over time by my daughter, Alissa. From a greenish glow to white…From white to coloured light… I turn off the other lights and just watch the cheery ‘show’…
I had fun finding backgrounds for this poem posted but find the plain text easier to read and it has a little editing which I usually don’t take time to do until several days, weeks, months or years later. Nothing written in stone in this lifetime. 😁
Flowerpoet 
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