waiting....

Smells
of cinnamon
lumber down my street.
red, green
and gold
coat the lighted houses
Christmas trees
gleam in the windows
decorated with holly.
Ornaments decorate
 the bushes outside
like scattered, polished
marbles.
bells shake
and ring
in the back of your mind.
hot chocolate
rests in my cold, numb hands.
But spirit still surounds me
my family.
 The moon sets over
glowing houses near by.