Writer: Carson Sandell
The following poem is written by Carson Sandell, one of our Holiday Competition Winners!
Rising to the scent of pine
Like steam from Dad’s coffee
And I bolt towards the tree
Eyes larger than Starlight mints
The presents, wrapped tight,
How I used to be tucked in
And the bow delicately taped
How Mom used to kiss my head
The stockings, overflowing,
With Red Vines or Milky Ways
And books buried at the bottom
Dad saved the best for last
Gifts syncopated my soul
But the genius of blending
Red and green lights
Played my heart as a harp
Silver and gold tinsels
Like scarves around necks
Mixed with shimmering orbs
Dangling like expensive earrings
The star, an angel, prettier
Than God’s galactic gallery
Oh how I hope someone sees me
The same way I view that angel
