Shine

What is it ‘bout this time of year

That makes our steps feel light

We laugh with spontaneity

Dim auras now shine bright

Mundane tasks we always hate

Are finished with a smile

To even the most diehard scrooge

Wee children do beguile

The cheer we feel is not quite chilled

By freezing toes and fingers

Mulled wine by firelight is drunk

The scent of spices linger

There’s opportunity to say

What in our hearts we’ve held

Petty spats and arguments

Once heated are now quelled

To friends and family afar

Or near as down the street

Plans and visits gladly laid

We make time now to meet

And what I wish and do each year

Is that we find a way

To fill our souls with joy and love

Each and every day