Christmas on the Streetcar

The streetcar hums along the rails,

A silver bell in winter’s song,

Through Kenosha’s frosted streets

Where Christmas pulls the night along.

Lights glow soft on brick and glass -

Windows bloom with reds and golds,

As lake-born winds from Michigan

Wrap stories tight in woolen folds.

Scarves and laughter fill the car,

Boots stamp snow from gathered feet,

While garlands sway with every turn

As bells and tracks in rhythm meet.

Past lamplit corners - quiet homes,

Where candles breathe against the pane;

The streetcar glides like memory

Through falling snow like sugarcane.

Each stop a wish, each chime a prayer,

For warmth, for peace, for journeys kind,

As Christmas rides the rails tonight

And leaves its light in every mind.