My Dreams in Winter

This Christmas, look for the toy sailors, salutes, warm hellos, bright shiny pennies, jewelled and rose painted pendants on glitter threads of gold and quiet farewells.
They fall with wishes from the purple crystal waters of a Christmas fairy fountain and the wildest and fiercest yet empty winter spells.
Silver-blue bubbles from the kitchen and gold sand fill imaginary seashells from our dreams and wishes of unwrapping a summer day from a star-shaped Christmas box when we soon gather around the warmth of the fireside.
The ocean tides behind our garden gate decorated with emerald tinsels and red ribbon roar, run and clap like thunder.
It is silent snow-filled skies with their promises of a future of golden sunrise that help me paint my winter dreams and ask why I will someday wonder.
Reading a gift of my books helped me wonder about friendship and fighting with a fearsome tiger.
I now wonder how to make someone's blue and grey Christmas day and holidays each bit brighter.