Ah that hill
same damn hill
that I find
or finds me 
this time of
year looming through 
fog’s dense desire
before I’d knowing
that I shouldn’t 
like someone reaching 
out into darkness 
but this year 
I chose to 
go around rather 
than up for 
up never got 
me to the 
top but rather 
to the bottom 
but going around 
well looky here 
the other side 

If I could 
I’d wrap this 
giving it to 
others but like 
the breeze or
the falling stars
or even the 
rain or snowflakes 
I can’t catch 
so rather let 
me say that 
if I could 
wrap peace and 
good will to 
all I would 
and give it
especially to you 

Here I sit
nary a gift
besides this present 
and this present 
is by far 
the grandest gift 
for it means 
very little else 

Life is like 
a book many
pages have been 
read with many
more to come 
before you’re finished 
but the only 
one that you 
can read and 
that really matters 
is the one 
which is open 

Fireplace is lit
its warming moves 
closer to me 
coffee in hand 
out you come 
rubbing your eyes 
of their sleep
on your sleeve 
sitting down and 
curling deeply in 
as I pour
and you sip
this our next 
Merry Christmas morning