sound the trumpets!
ring the bells!
deck the halls and all that jazz . . .
you’re days away from the last full step –
from wrapping and packing and bundling up necks.
it’s time at last to set all good things free
you’ve held hostage in boxes since last new years day.
like movies and music and signature socks –
you’ve been waiting to wear that red sweater for months.
the weeks that approach inspire such glee!
(your only excuse for such poor poetry)
in these last days of one as you digest your thanks,
think fondly of the next and prepare for the Grace.
you can’t contain it,
nor explain it,
so revel away . . .
as the countdown begins for old Christmas day.