Christmas, Next Year Poem by Kimberly Lindsey

I see us at Christmas next year,
With our home all a-glow.
The tree in front of the window,
Lit with a thousand tiny lights.
And the ornaments are all angels,
Named for your family and mine.
The nativity scene in front of the tree,
Taking up as much room as all of the gifts.
Baby Jesus in the manger,
Wise men bringing their gifts.
Christmas carols are playing,
While we sit in front of the fire,
Exchanging words of love,
You are my hearts desire.
Our guests will be arriving soon,
Everything is in place.
So we take a few minutes to share our love
And to reflect back on our first year.
You look so handsome, and I love you so,
You are all I want for Christmas, my dear.
Before our guests arrive, open this, I say,
As I hand you a shiny red box.
Quizzically you look inside and say,
It is empty….
I say, no, it is full to the brim…
I filled it with love, hugs and kisses.
You put down the box, wrap me in your arms,
And say that is the best present I have ever gotten.
I pull back and smile… you say that now,
And I hand you another box.
But the doorbell rings, our guests have arrived,
And I slip the box back under the tree.
As the evening progresses, I catch you glancing,
Wistfully at the box under the tree.
And when you see me watching you wink and smile.
As the last guest leaves, you gather me in your arms
And as we head to bed, you pull me to a stop,
I look up at you, and you grin.
I look further up and there it is. The mistletoe.
You kiss me and back me up against the wall,
And now our Christmas “really” begins.


For Robert Michael