It's,
crazy
busy
and the blood pressure,
rises
to pinnacles, dangerously high
as
the rushing
and the pushing
of the people
in the lines
at the store
and at
the post
and
everywhere
can drive you
mad
and the lights
in the traffic
turn too slowly
to freedom green
and you find
yourself
cursing
and mumbling,
not too softly
neath your breath
that hangs
precarious
in the cold
and wraps like wool,
heavy
in the
manufactured heat.
And how on earth,
will you get
it all done?
the buying
and the
wrapping
and the
cooking
and the
cleaning
and the
baking
and the
readying
of one and
everyone.....
and then
it's twilight
on the Eve
of the
enlightening,
Day
and you realise
that your breathing
has calmed
and your
worries
are now,
next to none
and all
the world
in your vision, clear
is at peace
and really,
the past month
wasn't
all ,
that bad after all
now was it?
(Yes, it
was
but now
with the lights and the scent,
faint
of balsam in my mind
and in
my eyes
and all through me,
it's all
so very,
alright.)
Merry Christmas
and
Goodnight.
Chrissie 12/05