Never Too Many Times

never too many times you probably shudder as you read my words but hell hath no fury like a Christmas frenzied sparkle covered, mother. decorating the house it groans under the weight of tinsel garland and strings of lights from room to room she flits the good fairy of gauze and bunting tuck here and tape too, fluffing and placing a Santa here an angel there smiling and bleary from cheery deary don’t forget the snowmen/persons stockings, elves up on the shelves and a tree already shedding. which you will sweep until July. short bread, gingerbread, cake a pudding to bake, windows steamed some brandy to drizzle and some for the baker, icing to cream for wreaths and trains, lists of shopping corn to pop and wrapping paper. the days pass quickly from end of November its hard to remember where gifts were hidden and all of the treats locked away in the pantry to keep them out of exploring hands but on the eve when all are sleeping there comes a peace and sweetness worth safekeeping.