Five in the Morning, December 25th

There is peace now, a Christmas morning
Hewing to the old cliché. Dawn remains
Some hours off. The kids are grown.
They'll soundly sleep instead of creeping,
Giggling, down the stairs, in darkness,
To the tree. The tree they'll see's a sorry
Gesture, plastic, put up just in time. Some
Lights are on it, nothing else, the ornaments
Still in their tub. We haven't done much
Decorating. I don't care. My wife's been
Busy. Maybe we are just too old, but,
Still, the signs are there: it's Christmas,
Fudge and cookies on a tray, and
Cards from people we once knew.
It's snowed, another old cliché, and,
Since it has, all motion's stopped
And sounds are muffled. When
The light comes, so will chaos,
Bustling in the kitchen, wrapping
Paper ripped, the eager chatter not
Heard often here these days,
But all of that is yet to happen.
Christmas has arrived in peace.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-12-25 at 13:25

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