Just resting my eyes
as the lights in the tree dance
and some well trodden narrative
of Christmas redemption plays
in gloss on TV
the grey pull of January
is at bay for now
held off by cellophane wrappers
and the smells of a decadent kitchen
though not a Christian
I’ll be thankful anyway,
aware of the drop either side
I’ll let my usual pissy niggles rest
til next year
Dec 22, 2021
Dec 22, 2021 at 12:51 PM UTC
Just resting my eyes
as the lights in the tree dance
and some well trodden narrative
of Christmas redemption plays
in gloss on TV
the grey pull of January
is at bay for now
held off by cellophane wrappers
and the smells of a decadent kitchen
though not a Christian
I’ll be thankful anyway,
aware of the drop either side
I’ll let my usual pissy niggles rest
til next year
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