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.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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