Seldom do snowflakes slip down our cheeks
nor icicles, rigid and clear, dangle from our eves.
But long, winter shadows don our hallways,
bending with late sunshine or moonbeam glaze
the figures we all recognize as each other.
Each silhouette, advancing in from the lot
or retreating to find its way to an evening
of rest, burdened or buoyed by the youth
that we serve, lifts my holiday spirit
and graces my work day like the perfectly-
piped, royal icing on the gingerbread house
of my childhood. No trinket can say
what only deeds can prove–I couldn’t
imagine working here without you.
May festive holidays and peaceful sleep usher
out the old and bring you joy in the New Year.