Eve
Open house.
Fresh cut ham.
Warm and joyous.
Jesus adores us.
You can smell the gravy,
Its poured over potatoes.
The Christmas feast,
Its what we do at least.
To sing merry.
To ride a ferry.
To sail.
To play in the snow,
As white and pale.
To prance naked in your dressing room
As you meet the groom, Jesus.
To be free with naked ignorant bliss
As we wait for a kiss,
Like if Adam and Eve were to share
a Christmas Eve not to miss.
Copyright © Ronald Bunch | Year Posted 2013
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