by Kim Lucas

Right on schedule, she roars in
With all the brashness of a red headed floozy
She dances, teases, commands your attention
It is impossible to ignore her

Sometimes she’s loud and forceful
Howling like a banchee, reminding us of her power
Other times she caresses you with the tenderness of an artist
Making your hair dance this way and that

Then, as abruptly as she came, she departs
Leaving only quiet and leaves strewn about in her wake
Aaahhh, the silence, the blessed silence
And yet how we miss her

She’s off to do her magic dance in other lands
These West Indies, though beautiful, are not enough to hold her
We are thankful for her visit and look forward to her return
For the Christmas Wind never overstays her welcome