The Spirit Of Christmas
Post pudding buddhas,
recalling family fictions with alacrity,
punctuated with beery belches,
and laughter, of course,
as gifts are exchanged,
the excitement of socks and handkerchiefs,
as the everyday becomes a rich moment of joy.
Conversations of no particular importance,
the spirit of Christmas is uncorked,
and sloshed about,
lubricating desiccated relatives,
aunt daisy heehawing like nobody’s business,
the buddhas pontificating,
changing the world,
while under the mistletoe,
lips lacking fidelity
with champagne romance,
and the solace of fruit mince.
Soon it will be weary time and a leaving,
till next year.
©Paul Vincent Cannon