Twinkling
red, green, white lights
poke their beams out,
peeking from under the soft blanket
of snow covering them.
From rooftop ledges, garden shrubbery,
pine trees in people’s homes,
their eyes follow the brightly colored wrapping
scattered across the floors,
overflowing out of trash bins,
and the gleaming smiles
of children and adults alike.
Like the stars in the night above,
the lights cheerily continue
to do what they do best –
they shine.
Erika Rowlee 