The problem with us
Meeting there not here
Is that there isn’t
Either you or I
It’s someone else’s else
Here is where I
Am and you’re there
Where you are and
Well that other place
Isn’t either of us
So how can we
Possibly be us in
A place that’s neither
Sometimes in my life
I stumble across a
Real one like opening
A picture book usually
Filled with pretty prince’s
All wishing for a
Happily ever after until
After doesn’t end happily
But you are different
Upon opening you popped
Up standing there amidst
The dragons sword drawn
And for the first time
I felt like maybe
Maybe some princes do
Keep their promises after
All that ever happens
And so it’s Christmas
I love this holiday
Even at my age
There’s something that happens
Around this time hope
Seems like it’s everywhere
I think that’s what
Christmas means to me
More than anything else
So I hope for
You wherever you are
When you read this
That whatever you wish
For will come true
Merry Christmas my friends
Oh how I wish
That we lived in
A perfect world a
World filled with happiness
And joy and peace
But we simply don’t
Rather we live in
A world of despair
Of heartbreak and heartache
Of loneliness and abandonment
Our real job therefore
Is as simple as
That single beach child
Creating a world with
Shovels buckets and sand
Know what I miss
What I miss most
Now please don’t laugh
Because this thing that
I miss is personal
What I miss most
Is your breathing specifically
Your breathing as it
Changes from awake to
Sleeping for you see
In that precise moment
When in and out
Changes to aaah mmmm
I know that then
You are in the
Arms of dream angels
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 