I am not
A bee but
Rather a flower
Bees buzz about
Busily buzzing bouncing
Bobbing busy belonging
But a flower
A flower knows
What they are
Where they are
Who they are
And that is
Very very attractive
To those busy
Buzzing little bees
I am not
A bee but
Rather a flower
Bees buzz about
Busily buzzing bouncing
Bobbing busy belonging
But a flower
A flower knows
What they are
Where they are
Who they are
And that is
Very very attractive
To those busy
Buzzing little bees
My dear boy
Remember this one
Thing that Christmas
Isn’t so much
About getting but
More about wishing
Wishing for things
Wishing for love
And Christmas kisses
Wishing for family
Wishing for snow
But even more
Wishing that this
Feeling on this
Day could be
Felt every day
Merry merry Christmas
My dear boy
An explosion of
Brightly colored paper
Rivers of ribbon
Waterfalling over the
Tables edge steaming
And cooling hot
Cocoa bobbing with
Gooey melting marshmallows
A cacophony of
Laughter echoing across
Beams and ugly
Sweaters aromas swirling
Like sirens freshly
Sprung from Pandora’s
Box tickle and
Taunt and tease
Pulling the hungry
And hopeful into
The kitchen hoping
To touch taste
And try spicy and
Sweet and savory
Delicacies as bourbon
And brandy and
Beer pops pleases
And pickles the
Familiar family frolickers
Oh Christmas when
The world turns
To love the
Love of friends
The love of
Trees and the
Love of snow
The love of
Toys and the
Love of giving
But the greatest
Love of all
Is the love
Of this time
Love of Christmas
Sharing a whiskey
A fire and
A cuddle on
A snowy Christmas
Eve you uncurled
Yourself from me
And sauntered into
The bedroom through
The darkness leaving
Me to turn
Out the lights
In the silence
I heard a
Clacking from outside
Checking snow covered
Windows seeing nothing
I opened the
Door and saw
Blinking in front
Of me reindeer
Like eight shivering
Waifs then knowing
That Christmas had
Come to our
Tiny quiet cabin