fresh baked cookies
I cozy up with
my Christmas blanket

three generations stand
in the kitchen
with the pizzel iron ritual

flour found
in every nook and cranny
home for Christmas

half-baked
our drunken attempt
to make box brownies

electric Christmas morning
santa’s cookies
still on the plate

Christmas eve coffee
a sweet elixir—
everything else melts away

hot chocolate
I pretend not to notice you
steal my marshmallows

hot chocolate
your company
warms me up

ah, hannukah
no lies, some myths
some gifts

hannukah cactus
cheaper than a tree
stereotypical

smell of pine
surrounds the gifts
Christmas morning

train under the tree
a familiar
hum

Christmas lights
he told me
my freckles are cute

sitting on dad’s shoulders
she place the angel
on top of the tree

hung on the tree
the twinkle
I see in his eyes

the tree inside
snow piles high
no reason to leave

swaying in the snow
the best scarf
is always her arms

carrot left in the snow
the magic of innocence
good for the birds

snow sparkles
in the sun
Christmas morning

 

snow
on my face
melts anxiety

I lay in the snow
and look up at the stars
not the least
                      bit
                            cold

spherical snowball
my brother’s
least favorite gift

snow fall
the world looks clean
                        and safe
                                    and bright

black friday
the season of giving
is upon us

all the presents opened
Grandma’s chair
still empty

wishing christmas
was the same
years past

star of wonder
every time
it leads me to you

broken home:
two Christmas mornings
half a child

the family at the table
for once
a Christmas miracle

what do I do
with your present now?
i should be over this

Christmas eve
in matching jammies
we shake the presents

Christmas Eve
candlelight
illuminates his eyes

string of lights
a single bulb
refuses to shine

 
strewn wrapping surprised how much you care

crackling fire
my extended family
keeps me warm

all I want
for Christmas
is her kiss

annual Christmas party
he waits for me
under the mistletoe

mistletoe
holding onto her
kiss

jingle bells
I’m not
ready

Christmas eve confessional
every time a bell rings
an angel gets its truth

ugly Christmas sweater
on her
somehow beautiful

“Silver Bells” on loop
only in my head
October 25th

if I hear Mariah
one more time,
all I want for Christmas is silence

the same Christmas music
decorating the tree
while my mom sings

Maoz Tzur
grandpa
is off key again

alleluia
acapella choir
candle lit Christmas