An Idyllic Christmas
by Michael Escoubas
after Christmas at Lamplight Village, by Thomas Kinkade

The frozen brook
is as delightful in winter
as it ever was in summer.
An overnight snow transforms
rooftops into gingerbread
houses. Blue spires of smoke
curl from chimneys as from
Grandpa’s hawkbill pipe.
In early evening, skaters
hold hands by lamplight,
as horsedrawn sleighs jingle by.
Overhead, the sky wraps
the whole scene in ribbons
of gold and blue. Pine trees,
ice-shagged, glitter on hills.

Memories return to me, in these
my later years. I’m a child again,
listening to my Grandpa’s stories
as smoke curls from his hawkbill pipe.



 

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