(Note to readers. Monica is one of the few poets we’ve had the privilege of hosting. Below her Christmas story is one of her poems that she is sharing with you! AND BONUS – she is hosting an amazing giveaway on her blog…..click here, but see details below!)
When I was a little girl, I fell in love with the magic of Christmas. I loved everything about the season; the tree with its many colorful lights, the decorations, the Christmas carols, the delicious food, the beautiful gifts, and of course the family gatherings. This became the recipe for my favorite time of year. It felt joyful and left me with the feeling that I already had everything I could ever want, regardless of our (somewhat) meager means.
Each year, the tree was decorated with the same ornaments, creating the perfect centerpiece for our holiday celebrations. Every day I would lay beneath the Christmas tree to look up at the ornaments and watch as the lights seemed to turn into stars right before my eyes. To this day, falling asleep with those dreamy visions in my mind has remained one of my favorite Christmas memories.
But it wasn’t until I became a parent that I was able to witness the true power behind the magic of Christmas. I
My son was born in February and by his first Christmas, had been crawling for some time and was making progress towards walking. I could not wait to see his reaction to the lights and excitement of the season.
I had gone Christmas shopping one Saturday afternoon in search of decorations when I came across a tree that grabbed my attention. It wasn’t one of those trees that stands two-stories tall with thousands of lights and gold encrusted ornaments, no, rather it was quite the opposite, kind of like a Charlie Brown Christmas moment. I had to have it. That night, I decorated his bedroom, complete with the Christmas tree I had bought, he had his own perfect tree.
Looking at this same tree 22 years later, I get lost in the memories this tree holds as it stands over my laptop. Its yearly appearance always warms my heart, knowing that another years’ worth of Christmas memories will be gathered up into its little branches. This tiny Christmas tree stands just under a foot tall, is seven inches wide at its broadest point, and rests in a burlap base. It’s decorations are simple, but its tiny branches will forever hold the memories of my son’s childhood Christmases.
I can only hope that the inspiration from having this tree on my desk, with its many years of dedicated service, will come through in my writing.
Merry Christmas! I wish you all a happy, safe, and memorable holiday season!
Strolling along damp, dark
streets of brick
seeking freedom of
his captive curse-
her steely gray eyes, moistened with tears,
shone beneath dimly lit streets…
blind to the destination,
she was given no choice
Rain forced abandonment upon the streets
isolating her journey
watchful of every step, the
immense, gas-lit clock face
with its familiar grinding cogs,
metal on metal machinery…
at one time,
their safe coven
the pulse of each
tick and tock,
in sync with her every breath
soothing the ache, he laid within her heart
his death placed shadows in her soul
covering her wings in darkness, now
too heavy to fly.
By Monica Reents
Original version previously published by
Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing
Cogs in Time Vol. 2 Anthology 2014
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Since then, she has published two poems, Darkened Love, in the 2014 Cogs in Time 2 anthology and Whispering Seduction, in the novel Tempted by Kristine Raymond. Monica is also working on her debut novel, a psychological thriller called Declaration of Alters, and plans to complete her first draft in the first half of 2019.
Monica also runs a blog called My Chronic Happiness. She designed her blog to be a reflection of who she is. It is informative for anyone living with chronic illness, as well as anyone interested in the world of writing and books. You can find her at mychronichappiness.com.
This is my Chronic Happiness
I write poetry and fiction || Books give me life || I spread awareness about syringomyelia
My Chronic Happiness is a blog that I created to be a reflection of who I am. When I was 34, I was diagnosed with a progressive autoimmune disease of the spinal cord, syringomyelia. The diagnosis came as a shock, as I had not experienced any symptoms before that two week time period. I sat next to my husband of three weeks and listened as the surgeon told me that I was too far advanced and that I would likely not survive the risky surgery to my spinal cord, that I should go home and enjoy the next year of my life. I felt like he was speaking another language, he just told me that I only had about a year left to live.
However, as you can see, I survived well beyond that year, as that was seven years and ten surgeries ago. I found a
My blog is under a year old and I am grateful for the support I have received, so I am having a subscriber appreciation giveaway to show how thankful I am. I have an extraordinary list of authors and creators who have come together to contribute to the giveaway. I have a total of 14 books, 13 of them are signed, and one is an ebook; not to mention the author swag, a journal, a fun pair of socks, an exclusive MCH t-shirt, a tote, and more! That is $165 in books alone! Go to mychronchappiness.com to see the complete list of prizes and rules.