Marval Movie

Eastern Pennsylvania morphs from crimson and golds to stark

Bare branches scrape gray skies 

Wreaths in ribbon red adorn front doors

Rooms decked in evergreen crackle with lit fireplaces and children’s laughter

Plenty of merry, merry greetings and mistletoe kisses signal the season

Careful cookies and milk preparation, then footie-pajama kids tucked into bed

Awakened by the glistening reflective gleam, eye squinting, purest white Christmas

(a writer friend introduced our group to "parashots" - not a poem, not a paragraph, more of a short screenshot of a scene.  Many of the examples she gave were autobiographical.  I was thinking about  waking up as a kid (especially on Christmas morning) and KNOWING it snowed. Before you hopped out of bed, the light shining through curtains was blindingly bright...like the gleam of a million halos or something otherworldly)