Christmas Waltz

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Tonight is the night for mystery, and joy
I wander alone to the grove of pine trees
bedecked in white sparkling gossamer
the flurry of snow
a cold wind caressing my face.
I have spent many Christmas Eves awaiting your return.
Were you a fantasy, a dream?
Hands to seat
the smell of pine and peppermint on your coat
we were mere children then.
Learning to dance and falling in the snow.
You called me clumsy.
I said it was your freckles.
We laughed so!
Then years passed and I waltzed alone.
Whether in sleigh or blue box, I await you.
This grove, our meeting place –
Our only chance to dance again.
Will you deprive me of this lovely waltz?
Come man of bells
man of joy and reindeer’s dreams –
Come man of time and eternity!
Waltz with me again in our grove before the magical hour has passed.
Morning light streams through partially closed blinds.
The sun warms the room as I sense my loss.
Tears course down my cheeks
I may never dance the waltz with you again.
Hand to the sterile white hospital bed to push myself up
It was a dream.
A silly old woman’s dream
I reach for the nurse’s call button
to find a silver bell near my hand.
He didn’t break the promise.
We danced the waltz of Christmas
in the grove beneath the stars.
Now I am sure he will come for me
to bring me home.
Miracles do happen if only we believe.
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Sue Cook lives in Freeport, Illinois with her husband Randy and two dogs. Her passions include assistance dogs, rescue dogs, music, acting, theater, poetry, and Doctor Who. She’s been in both film and theater and is a regular cast member of the podcast Doctor Who’s Line is it….Anyway? Sue is an advocate for the use of Service Dogs to assist their disabled handlers to maintain their independence. Quigley’s Quest, her first children’s book, addresses how a dog becomes a Service Dog.
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