The Gift of Togetherness

The lights are glowing brighter than they ever did before, A tangle on the rooftop and a forest

on the floor. The mince pies sit in towers, the chocolates spill like rain,

And still we browse for bargains that we never will explain. The turkey weighs a mountain,

the trimmings even more, A feast fit for an army though we’re only counting four.

We promise we’ll be careful, we swear we’ll take it slow, But by dessert we’re

melting like the mid-December snow. The children’s lists grow longer with each passing winter’s

night, And grown-ups chase the madness like it’s some forgotten right.

Two hundred kinds of tinsel, three million shades of red, A frantic hunt for