At first we
We’re children on
A seesaw giggling
And laughing as
Up we went
And down we’d
Go but over
Time it wasn’t
Just us on
The seesaw it
Was everything and
Everyone else that
Wanted to ride
Our ride and
All this weight
Changed our seesaw
From a pleasure
And into life
The glee gone
Now just up
And down and
Up and down
Change is coming
I hear it
In the wind
It’s a far
Off voice calling
Come this way
Or if not
I will come
There to you
Change is coming
I see it
On the horizon
First as clouds
Then as mountains
Stretching higher higher
And dropping sheets
And sheets of
Rain blackening landscape
And then disappearing
Change is coming
Change always comes
It always comes
It always comes
And I sent
You a bear
To remind you
That we are
Together even when
We are not
Cuddles he’s called
Cuddles he gives
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 