Christmas
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The Modern American Christmas season isn’t the same this year. Usually as winter approaches the streets are lite with millions of twinkling lights, stores are stacked with billions of dollars worth of stock, and Christmas songs blare out of every speaker. Everywhere you look people are hustling and bustling from work to school, and store
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Brown Christmas: A Poem About Growing-up Southern It never snowed on Christmas in Houston. Growing up, the December was nippy- and browning grass was crisp with frost. Our breath rose in puffs before our faces- but snow never fell on Christmas day. I didn’t mind that Christmas’s weren’t snowy. We had everything we
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He’ll be home for Christmas. I haven’t seen him since the green summer at the bay. The blue seawater off the coast- And the setting sun on the Ferry Slip- a memory to last through the lonely autumn. But, he’ll be home for Christmas- To warm me again as the days grow short and cold.
Bringing Mae Flowers 