Unwrapped packages strewn the floor in a new
style of garland; anticipation, want, guilt.
Of course, they’re not the only decorations.
Those of eternal gratefulness shine
like tinsel in the morning light, along
ripped wrapping paper splattered
in cookie cutout patterns, as if Mrs. Claus
baked fresh gingerbread just inside the kitchen.

Aroma swirls the air, ascends with flavored coffee,
hot cocoa for the kids, French toast casserole,
and suspended moments where everyone comes
together to smile, to share, to forget the other
364 days of the year. To place one golden star atop
an evergreen tree; symbol of hope, regardless
of the mess on the floor, overflowing boxes
in the recycle bin, calories, and food waste.

They crowd countertops, but the table is set for dinner.
Candles are lit, and for one day may we ignore…forget
our sufferings. Join hand in hand with those who might
feel indifferent, or lonely, or concerned about a world
indifferent, lonely, and overwrought with worry.
For one day, may we pardon annoyances or snubs,
misunderstandings or long-held burdens…for one day
may we celebrate that we are alive together…

for another Christmas.