Branches that hang heavy with fresh fallen snow
on my blue Spruce trees; such a beautiful sight,
lit only by ice crystals under a glowing white sky,
they are but a few of my favorite things.
Cups of hot cocoa, and hearth fire, warm and bright,
a good book, and soft blanket as I curl up for the night.
I think on such things that are often too short;
they are there for a brief and passing moment,
like each day and time given to us,
gifts that our Heavenly Father bestows.
For all of His children with
loving kindness, He gives us His best,
and in all, it shows;
I shall not waste a single one,
for too quick they come, and then are gone.
But another season, another in time
is soon upon us, and I anticipate
all that is granted, for all is mine.
Joyce E. Johnson © 2016