Us

The wind picks up, the lights flicker, and smoke rises from the chimney. Inside, the story is simple, but o so immaculate. A child rallies around the house in delighted hubbub, thinking of the cozy days to come. In they go, hocus- pocus, and out they come. A tasty treat for all to share as the cushy establishment of loved ones gather. One was immulated, and sent to us, and now it is our night’s center. We love, we devour, o yes so tender. A periwig of sorts sits upon the tree, in the form of a stella. Shining, glimmering in triumph, as it was not an easy task. Bulbs misfired, tilt was a menace, but the pizza eaten below made the evening worthwhile. The family perks, hearts ablaze, and a gentle melody carries throughout the home, whether by love or speakers. Nepotism is unlikely, for this place is made for three. When we join the rest, it will still not be a factor, for we are here together, and together alone. Words, exchanged; presents, soon to be given; love, so vibrant that it’s palpable. Mother has been the odalisque to the kitchen for days, and now, finally, we feast, and indulge in each other’s company. More wine, more egg- nog, more cheer, more snow, nippy it may be, but the cure is available. For we will not stop until the manger has been filled, and going home is no longer upsetting, but a relief from exhaustion. The fire’s warmth stays, the smell of the garland stays, but time does not, and neither does the tree, as it is tossed out the front door. There goes another one.