A New Day Dawns
Tarnished tinsel loosely wrapped around a tired Christmas tree sits forlorn on a snowy mound waiting to be picked up and carelessly thrown on a travelling garbage heap. Was it only twenty four hours ago when it sparkled with colored lights twinkling on and off listening to carolling voices drunk on eggnog and half asleep in turkey stupor? Those fireside stories kept rolling along from old to young midst loud laughter softening to nostalgia and gently falling tear drops. The tree shivered in the cold air longing for the warmth of family and friends cheering with crystal stemware cracking nuts and jokes in good humor. Forgotten and fading fast in frigid air it felt abandoned, till a sudden burst of sunlight peeped through floating clouds to revive its lifeless limbs. You really love me, whispered the bent branches caressed by the breath of God, moving from post-holiday lethargy to a rosy horizon of possibilities.