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