12/27/11

The strangely still and quiet time that falls,
'Twixt Christmas night and after new years day,
Of unexpected cards and happy calls,
As obligations drift and schedules stray.
All business is conducted half asleep,
Deferred, adjourned, extended and postponed,
By those who stop the ticking clocks to keep,
The season, safely hidden in their homes.
The days are long and lasting, soft and warm,
Like twilight's edge, suspended in the cold,
An eye in life's relentless raging storm,
A chapter closed, before the next is told.
12/26/11

The plates and settings put away,
The half-drunk glasses spilled,
The remnants left from Christmas day,
Are packed and wrapped until,
This finery is once again,
Brought out and placed before,
Our family and our dearest friends,
May join with us once more.
12/25/11

If there exists no charity,
We must make good will where we can.
If life is lacking empathy,
We must observe and understand.
If we cannot speak honest words,
We must devise kind lies to tell.
For there to be a peace on earth,
We must find peace within ourselves.
12/24/11

Why are my childhood thoughts of Christmas eve,
So full of happiness and free of care?
Perhaps it was the myths which I believed,
Of sleigh and reindeer flying through the air,
Perhaps anticipation through the night,
Of gifts that made their way beneath the tree,
By steady glow of softly blinking lights,
And snow swept scenes appearing magically.
Yet, as I grow, I think such memories,
Must issue from a youthful innocence.
As I have lived my daily destiny,
I know more of this world and trust it less.
And so on Christmas, I think i must try,
To put aside my disenchanted woes.
To see this earth as through a child's eyes,
May be the greatest of all gifts bestowed.
12/23/11

A final gift of Christmas cheer,
Is given to myself.
Once I have spent the end of year,
On everybody else.
I tell myself I've tried my best,
At kindness and goodwill.
My worried mind is put to rest
My aching heart is stilled.
12/22/11

One last chance before the coming storm,
To execute the lengthy list of chores,
To clear the clutter of our daily norms,
With only fleeting hours left before
The frantic winds of celebration start,
And carry us away in happiness.
We shall proceed with love within our hearts,
Providing they don't give out from the stress.
12/21/11


Once every year we happily,
Explore the attic and retrieve,
The dressings for our Christmas tree,
As we festoon its boughs and leaves,
With ornaments and artifacts,
Collected over time and stored,
All bric-a-brac which harkens back,
To times remembered and adored,
Bright points of life, lit on display,
That tell of ages come and gone,
Like trees, so we shall wilt away,
But through these trinkets linger on.
12/20/11

Those kept apart and far away,
By distances and busyness,
Shall reunite with us today,
As we enjoy the simple bliss,
Of hours kept in company,
With those we love, but rarely see.
In this strange life, how seldom we,
Are let to know our families.
12/19/11

Resourcefulness, inventiveness, and thinking on ones feet,
Are often hallmarks of a man beyond his depth and skill,
His sketchy efforts, uninformed, deranged and incomplete,
So when he's done, there's not just one, but two tasks to fulfill.
12/18/11

An antique sofa seat
It's inner springs gone askew
The padding once soft and replete,
Diminished and almost worn through.
It's threadbare fabric strains,
And pulls against weakened seams,
Held rough on a weak creaking frame,
Of damaged and shifting beams.
And yet, one still may find,
Great pleasure that is to be known,
When taking a beat to recline,
And think about each separate home,
This furniture has seen,
Grand moments in life it has shared,
Idyllic days,calm and serene,
And comfort from darkest despair.
Agreements and dissent,
The happiness countering tears,
The jubilant cheers and repent,
Of long passing months and quick years.
A resting point for souls,
Who stop for a moment and stay,
To catch a quick breath and then go,
As life leads them off on their way.
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