Day 22 | Advent Calendar
Christmas Dreams by Willow Willers
It is dark and very cold,
I snuggle deep into my blanket fold.
There is no noise, nor light to see
My beloved teddy next to me.
A silver light shows through a curtain chink,
Reminding me that the stars still wink.
The Moon still lights the way
That leads us into the brilliance of the day.
Quietly slipping out of bed,
I find my slippers and dressing gown red.
Heading blindly to the door,
Luckily not tripping on a dropped toy upon the floor
Creeping, creeping, fingers crossed, that no one wakes.
Listening at each step I take
Slipping though the door, along the landing
Where the floor boards creak .
To reach the window big and round,
With cushioned seat. Don’t make a sound!
Deep breath now my goal is near,
Don’t rush don’t slip don’t make a sound,
My biggest fear is I’ll be found.
So near so far please don’t let anyone wake.
For back to bed they will me take.
I need to reach that cushioned seat,
Then in silence the view I can greet.
I pray for in my childhood mind …..
Those gentle wishes left behind.
Finally alone in the silver light of the window,
Curtains drawn back as if a stage.
Yes my wishes have come true
The snow has visited and lies out there clean and new.
It adds a hush to the night
The moon above it looks so bright.
The street looks clean and new, the gardens
All roll into one with white topped trees alive with magic blossom
Time passes as I watch the scene
The cat next door is really vexed
She thinks she has been hexed.
She cannot walk on this deep white stuff.
Jumping and twitching her fur all a fluff
She shoots through her cat flap.
She has had enough.
Then I hear a tinkling sound,
Does it come from sky or ground.
A silver light begins to play
Where our front garden used to lay.
Am I asleep or am I awake?
I’m not sure I can’t say
But what I see next is with me still to this day.
A brightly coloured sledge
With sacks of presents glides over the hedge.
The driver all dressed in red with white trim.
I shake my head and press my nose against the window
It is so cold it makes me shiver.
A tiny sigh I deliver.
It must be, can it be, yes it must be him.
He raises a hand in greeting,
His fingers on his lips to silence me.
I wave back my face a grin
As I look a shower of stardust and coloured lights
Remove the beautiful apparition from my sight.
Gently, gently falls the silent snow,
No tracks, no stardust left to show
What I had seen on this night.
I knew at once that if I told,
No one would listen,
And if I repeated I would be chided as bold.
Then as I watched I saw on the white lawn,
A lovely smiley face had been drawnI awoke in my mothers arms,
I started to tell her but she whispered “be calm.”
Gently she tucked me up in bed,
She slid teddy onto the pillow next to my head.
Then bending she whispered in my ear.
“Sweet dreams my love and wake anew.
For tonight a special child was born for you”.
Author Bio:
I am a married mum and grandmother. I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and son of his own. Seven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socialising then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair.
Still as some guy once wrote “I am still standing ” yes “better than I ever was ” not quite but with a lot of determination ( bloody mindedness) physio therapy, work at the gym and Pilates I am now doing most of what I was before and walking stick free.
My hobbies are walking , because I can, blogging because it keeps me sane and music of all sorts.
I started blogging to write out the physical and mental suffering I went through after my accident and I found it was a great help and now I am hooked!
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on WordPress.
https://willowdot21.wordpress.com
Willow was so kind and to jump in when I was desperately looking for contributors, thus please give her other little poem “Christmas Lights” a read!
Reblogged this on willowdot21 and commented:
Hi this is part of Solveig Werner’s at https://solveigwerner. Day 22 | Advent Calendar Christmas Dreams by Willow Willers.This my sort of Christmas memory or maybe a dream. I shall be trying to reblog the entries daily and all the ones today! Happy Advent . Enjoy. xxx
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Beautiful, Willow 🙂
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Thank so much Sue. xxx
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🙂 xx
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This is a really beautiful story, Willow 🙂
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Thank you Judy I am not sure if it is a memory or a dream. xxxx
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Sucks. I’m gobsmacked. Lovely, Willow. Merry Christmas–the best one yet–and a Hap-hap-happy New Year. 😀 ❤
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Thank you Tess I am so glad that you liked it . And hoping you will have the best ever Christmas and New Year too!! ❤ xxxxx
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You are welcome, Willow. {{hugs}}
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❤ ❤
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