A Christmas Haiku

Photograpy by MK Weidenhaft, Sullivan, MO

The sun drew into it's bed.

We walked the cold in single file,
Mother, Dad, Little One, and I

And four mouths watered
Home we hurried,
Mother to make Christmas Stew,
and sweet corn cakes
in the shape of snow flakes,
There seemed to be nothing
she couldn't do

The Little One's age? Two years past two.
And she held tight to my Daddy's hand,
Her cheeks rosy red
Her lips turning blue,

But she had joy, yes,
the Little One knew.
Up, she pointed,
The Star of David,
And from little lungs her big voice blew:

"This is a day of
Radiance! A Blessing from
God hath visited!"