VOL. XVI, NO. 5

By KATHY COOPER

I thank you for Christmas; for the
beautifully boxed bottle of perfume
that you hand to me as you come in
from the cold with white snowflakes
fallen lightly on your sandy brown hair.

I thank you for Christmas; for the
kiss you give me when I stand under
the mistletoe that is hanging above
the doorway to the living room,
the doorway to my heart and I my love.

And I thank you for Christmas; for the
time we share singing, laughing, and loving.