2022 The Christmas Spectacles: Annual Holiday Poem

 2022 The Christmas Spectacles: Annual Holiday Poem 

This Post is Dedicated to Bentley Chef 2014-2022

I am not one to narrow in on traditions, but I do maintain an annual, last-post-of-the-year tradition here on my lifestyle blog, The Yellow Spectacles.  That writing/blogging tradition is publishing my annual Christmas Spectacle Holiday Poem with a fresh set of images to accompany the poem. 

Christmas Poem

In Loving Memory 

Riley & Me 

I suppose the reason why folks gravitate toward traditions, especially during the holidays is that you can always count on that being so. In other words, you can always count on the tradition being there to partake in.  In life, nothing is for certain & whom you celebrate your annual traditions with can change. People come & go in our lives, both willingly & sometimes not so much. 

Anyone who experienced loss this past year will surely look at their annual traditions from a different point of view. In some cases, a heavy heart. 

Celebrating the holiday season so close to losing Bentley, will be tough. However, I want to make it a tradition to always honor his spirit & memory as the holidays & years roll by. I don't want to forget him. 

Here's to this season's traditions & many more to come. Merry Christmas.--Katelyn xx

 2022 The Christmas Spectacles: Annual Holiday Poem 

The Christmas Spectacles

By: Katelyn Chef 

One Christmas Eve

There was a girl who no longer believed

The light that once shined bright

Fizzled out in her plain sight.

Warm memories faded

Her creative spirit turned jaded.

Walking out to sit under the evening sky

She looked above to ponder the reason why.

Something moved to her right

Squinting, she couldn't make the figure out with all her eyes' might.

Finally, as he drew near,

His image became more clear.

"For it's Christmas Eve," said the man

"& It's an important time for those who give not wanting to receive."

He was clothed in burgundy silk

With a beard as white as milk.

"It's important to carry the creative light,

"For I know you used to write.

Christmas is a time for retrieving 

A bit of has been lost."

He handed the girl a tiny box

It was wrapped in golden cornstalks. 

Gently, untying the delicate string

She finally saw something.

In the box, rested a pair of glasses

Wonderful to the masses.

They were lovely & yellow

Suddenly she felt inspired & mellow.

Slipping the spectacles on

Her imagination lit up like the break of dawn.

He had given her back her lost light

The spectacular spectacles were her new creative sight.

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