These Days
Like most we wandered and wavered
and fell for the Devil's wily ways
But not on these days
On these days all sins were forgiven
Curses dissolved into blessings
Tension melted in the glow of good will
Evil evaporated in the light of truth
Grief fell victim to delight
Death succumbed to life...
Sipping On Eggnog spiked with Rum
Hugging our sons and our daughters
Gently scolding wayward grandchildren
Slapping old friends on the back
Bragging and telling tall tales
Laughing hysterically at our lies...
On these days there were no missing pieces
On these days the wounded world was healed
On these blessed and blissful days
it all made sense...
Christmas Eve and Christmas Day - 2009
*This is re-titled, edited and extended version of a previous post adapted for the 'Days' contest sponsored by Thomas Martin
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2012
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