Dreaming of a Magical Christmas

the world is quiet and still,
a christmas song on my mind,
and this room is chilly,
though to me it's nothing new,
for i'm always cold.

the season is here,
the advent candles lit every week,
purple, purple, then pink, then purple again,
and a ginger bread house awaits me every morning,
as I wake to make my hot cocoa
and gaze out of the window at the city before me.

and in a moment i smile,
as i realize i could want nothing more.
i have someone to love,
a faith that is strong,
a family that loves me,
a beautiful apartment overlooking an even
more gorgeous city,
and in those blessings,
i am blessed beyond all means.

so this morning as the world is quiet and still,
and i lie here in my warm bed,
a christmas song in my mind,
and my heart longing for him,
i am dreaming of a magical christmas
and thanking God for all I have.