All I Want for Christmas is You

Good Christmases never come with chipped teacups. Good Christmases don't kick, bite, suck, tease, wheeze, pain, complain, but pack woolies for chilly bodies, familiar carols tickle hearts. Good Christmases present gifts under a tree, lit and tinseled and capped. ~ Better Christmases have prized porcelain. Better Christmases are toasted by chalices porting posh pink wines. Better Christmases, jumbo stockings fill so carelessly, each could be a single Santa sack. ~ Best Christmases require us two for steaming chocolate. Best Christmases outlast seasonal cadences - when Spring fires back and snows arrest, you and I’ll be swaying in Summer, fiddling leaves around Fall. Best Christmases, we share like flirty diplomats talking in turns, between laughter, through gazes; in narrow words, immense phrases, sincerely hopeful, all together.