After all its Christmas

16 Nov

The day is shimmering hot and everyone is inside

Its Christmas after all and from the heat we hide.

The house is full of Christmas, people are everywhere

After all its Christmas, a time of compassion, love, and care.

The champagne has gone, the wine is open, we’re feeling rather heady.

Salads are on the table, bon bons armed and ready.

Cold meats and condiments make up the feast,

Harvest from the garden, goodness from bird and beast.

Mother’s cool and collected inspite of her majestic catering.

Nana’s sitting ready, impatiently waiting.

Father’s trying to convince one of us to get him a beer,

“You’re never too old for a clip behind the ear!”

The house hums with noise heard from afar.

Peaceful outside with a mild cigar.

The kids are going wild with the cheapest toys.

After all it’s Christmas, Merry Christmas to all the girls and boys.

13/12/98

Craig Buller

Daisy