by Poetry 99
© 2000 Dorothy E. Scott, all rights reserved
I felt a chill as I stared out the frosted window pane.
The fog was heavy, I could hear the tapping of icy rain.
Hearing a Christmas ball roll across the floor,
A shriek escaped from my mouth, I ushered a playful cat out the porch door.
Golden light added serenity to my Christmas tree once again.
A Christmas disaster averted, what a mess that could have been.