In the air
the red-and-green glitter
of certainty:
we crank out
all the jack-in-the-box tunes
courting the expected surprise
of Christmas
leaping full-blown
from its pretty box.
Not for me.
I’d rather Christmas
catch me unawares
with unexpected joy,
with hope dancing round
each corner, with promises
of heart’s desires found,
with children’s off-key
songs that strike all
the right notes in my heart.
I’d rather Christmas bring me
flowers in the rain,
hot cocoa and cookies,
friends to share them,
and finally
peace,
joy,
and love, always love
(the only certainty I need.)
Merry Christmas.
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