New Year's at Oma and Opa's

Silver mirrored sun
over familial hearth
reflects a memory;
firewood stacked
on mortared stone

Open the door
light the tree,
chocolate lab—
Abby likes you

Smiling cherubs
laughing away,
smell the love
like bacon frying

smoky

gimme a hug
feels real good;
ride the homemade luge
into fragrant pinewood

Dinnertime, kids!
a feast—raclette!
cheese never tasted
so good

Lounge in hot tub,
jump in snow;
ring in the New Year
with rosy skin

How did you sleep?
champagne breakfast,
olliebollen!
Oma and Opa are
good to us

Don't you love to visit
a place where time
stands still?

Tell me a story of mischief,
love, of laughter—
something that forms a
memory

Imprinted on your soul,
stored away
for a snowy
day.

Photo: Freeimages.com – Nick Albufairas