No Cookies From Grandma

No one was to blame but it wasn't the same
without fireplace or a flickering flame.
No stockings to see and no cider or tea,
not even a little ol' Christmas tree.

No raking the leaves, no lights strung on eves,
no lock on the handle to deter the thieves.
No wreath on the door and no presents galore,
no records on turntables played there before.

No mistletoe hung for the old and the young,
no cookies from grandma to sweeten the tongue.
No brownies were found nor was snow on the ground.
No lit decorations were scattered around.

No bell's ding-a-ling, no voice caroling-ing,
no joyous old hymns and no people out singing.
No bright, shiny wrapping, nobody was clapping
'cause one little child was tired and napping.

No pine needles fell but there sure was a smell,
yet everything happened as planned. All was well.
Rejoice it. Discuss, for it all was for us -
the wonderful birth of our savior, Jesus!

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!

This poem was a finalist in the December 2013 poetry contest