
Like no other
The preparation
Made good, the day
Is finally here,
My dear,
Weeks of anticipation,
Bringing us to this,
The final moment, and
Oh, what frustration
And melancholy
Did I once feel
For most of the duration
Of this last round of
Preparation
No matter, the weeks
Of turmoil, counting each
Paper link in the chain,
Red, and green,
Yes, they did alternate
Each
With the unwritten name,
Of a day
In the month
Unlike yours, of course
Which is, and
Forever will be
The most hallowed of all
The twenty-fifth
And though we may not
Have always had a lot
There was always
Something hidden
Under the tree,
At that one spot, which
Became a memory
Of a mostly unspoken
Love, shared between
Four people, yes,
With their own turmoil
In the air, yet
The love did see
Through the trying
Times, and even, in a way
Brought us closer
At once beyond repair
And wholy complete in
This life-long love affair
A paradox?
I think not, more like
A life lived at both extremes
As we continue to dream
About all of our cares
And desires for a
Brighter world,
Beyond the pain,
And suffering
We can all bear
And on this 25th?
At once,
Please take care
And remember,
You are loved
By many, my dear
Merry Christmas, everyone.