A loving man to light the fire,
And to hang his stocking next to mine.
Snuggling to watch the children’s choir,
Through frosty windows, sipping wine.
Crackling fire, and cinnamon scent,
Sharing gifts we bought with love.
Whispering secrets of time spent,
His arms enfold me like a glove.
No shiny gifts or parties wild,
Of all of these I’ve had my fill.
My longings now are not a child’s;
Love to erase this winter chill.
I hope what the future holds for me,
Will be a soulmate by my side,
To place the star on my Christmas tree,
And spend with me a loving yuletide.

©Cassandra Crews