Winter Traditions

Like petite little moulds we grow into

A marching band of one by one,

The bell tolls of family fun

We accept and play with and alter to fit

Traditions are the setup, the rehearsal , and

Our wrapped up bow tied shiny gift

Like a fine annual performance

The best of what we know

Meals cooked together, stories that grow

The most memorable of what we had

Not shined up glossed up magazine fads

Because those have been hucked out long ago

And what returns is the pulp,

The kicks the twists the banners that flow

And while the wait for our family to grow

Has been long and hard

We look toward our seasonal rest

And what we will build in our back yard

When little voices dance around our tree

And the lights that light up are sweet children

Asking freely

About winter traditions and what they will see…