Christmas Joy

late dad's happiest days, my joyest ones were tuned up by jingle bells lit by glittery stars big and small and coloured by the reddest of hollies the whitest and fairest of angel hair as we picked through myriad velvety items in our favourite souvenir shop santa clauses jumped from dad's warm hands into mine before heading for home cheering us all day long on our giant Christmas tree also in the fun are reindeer, the Great eastern star that towered over all of us powdery snow that specked the tree and finally the little child in the cradle, Mary, joseph in a smug horse shed, they brought us all together every year, brother, sister, mom and dad for a few days of wondrous joy we could have been the Eastern wise men who partook in the fun of Christ as he took his first peeks at the world the Great Eastern Star still greets us each Christmas on the highest spot of the Christmas tree below our family picture where mom, dad and all of us smile perpetually evoking teary cheery memories we continue the same tradition my son and i running through the same souvenir shop searching for things to brighten up our life, our dreams in between our laughters i never fail to hum along that Baby in the Cradel song late dad liked most and letting son know it is too the best time i cherish -dad, mom, and child smiling perpetually over us in rhythm to the glittering lights and our laughters