December Rest
A poem
I stood on the front lawn of our new home, admiring the glow of our Christmas lights. The neighborhood was quiet, the night was rather still. The chaos that can often be December was faded away in the background, and all that was left were me and our lights. Lights that suddenly lit up our street, and lifted us out of the plunging darkness of winter. Lights that brought joy to my soul, and a smile on my face, and even made my neighbors express their glee. Lights that remind me of the kindness of others, the love of my family, and the flicker of hope that burns within us all. My husband comes outside and joins me on the front lawn. He grabs my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine, and we marvel at the beauty of newly strung lights. The neighborhood is still quiet, the night remains still. December is in full swing, and the flicker of hope has grown to a full-fledged flame. Now it's time for us to rest.