the year unwraps its brightest cheer
in frosted lights and candle’s glow,
as christmas waits till we’re all near,
its warmth the last the year will show.

the story saves its sweetest line
for when the pages nearly close,
the song crescendos one last time,
the crowd erupts, the music goes.

the journey feels like it’s complete
when weary feet at last arrive,
and even meals reserve their treat
for final bites that make us thrive.

why does the best so often wait,
as if to tease, as if to mend?
perhaps it’s just life’s quiet way
of saying joy is worth the end.