In Foreign Home Ship

The meaning of Christmas, is this I see This I knew not, yet this I blaze to meet This I swim and swing in beat Lubricating on its wind and heat. The Christmas I knew, the Christmas I remember Dwells in those days gone but tender I remember slaughtering a goat or even a sheep Then roasting the meat and warming its blood I remember eating the meat in sensational comfort of traditional beer Then blessing the occasion more, with fermented milk on guards. I remember those days with love and urge Needing them more: the exuberance moments of touch But in turn I curiously wait to see more More of winter’s heat in the embrace of Christmas, I await to taste the intimate taste of their beer........ written in 2006