Tis' the season of firsts.

This post was something
I didn't want to write
a lot of my posts are posts
that I don't want to write.

But I push myself...
slipping my hand
down to my heart

and unlock the keys
that unlock the door
where the safe sits
spin the dial
inside sits a box
tightly closed

all those painful things
that slam around inside
that small, minuscule box

Come out in these posts.

The world around me
is lit with glowing color
blues, greens, reds.
All representation of the Holidays.

Tree's wear their finest
trimmed tenderly with
golds and silvers.
Presents stacked underneath.

Many people hustle around,
so focused on material things.
Filling stockings
and filling boxes.

Often I close my eyes
and wish that Santa were real.
So that I could write him a letter
and let him know what I want for Christmas.

I don't want a new car
or clothes
jewelry or electronics.

What I would ask for,
is an unbroken family.

A family with a mom and dad
that love each other
who love their son, together.

Never in a million years,
did I imagine my child's first Christmas
without a dad there
and just a mom, who has done all that she could.

Please cherish your husbands
please cherish your wives
your children
your whole family.

This will be my little boy's first Christmas.
and my first Christmas too...
With a whole new perspective on what is really important.

A.A.

Thought I would add a fantastic song as well...