I saw

a tiny tricycle 

decorated in garlands and sparkles

parked in the bike rack at the library

heard the train come through town

softly whistling the tune of jingle bells

watched the people line up 

to catch the bus to the airport

taking them somewhere

where people were waiting to see them

turned to say hello

to the man walking his dog

in his Christmas pajamas

spent the day with family and friends

playing and laughing

simply enjoying the celebration

happy Christmas everyone.

—

“our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at christmas-time.”

– laura ingalls wilder