Christmas morning in Roseto.
I threw on a jacket and ran outside to document the incredible fiery sunrise over the woods in my parents' backyard. It was spectacular and fleeting, but at least I caught its last moments of glory.
When I went back inside, our houseful of family was still asleep, except, of course, for my mother. We stood in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to perc and my mother quietly said, "certainly worth getting up for." And then she smiled and quoted the weather lore verse "red sky at morning, sailors take warning." Fortunately, none of us had any plans to sail that day. Whether that's fact or fiction, what mattered was that it was a beautiful way to begin one of my favorite Christmases.
by Jon Coe
Eyes open, to the dawn
attention span, somewhat torn
Excitement, fills my heart
Christmas, is about to start
Pulling blankets, across my toes
electricity, atmospheric, glows
To the stairs, a bird in flight
soaring high, with much delight
The tree stands, in corner, bold
tinsel, lights, and all, behold
Presents, laying on the floor
lower branches, hiding more
Fire light, twinkling, magic room
smells of baking, chocolate, soon
Mom and Dad, are smiling wide
arm chairs, cats, and fire side