Friday 25 December 2015

On Christmas Day

On Christmas Day,
there is no more window to open 
and eyes begin to turn away from the Advent Calendar,
although it seems too soon to discard it.

On Christmas Day,
having gone to all services,
having opened all presents and all cards,
having eaten lunch,

A treacherous sleep comes by
and it is difficult to choose
between looking properly at presents
 and falling into the arms of the chairs
lying luxuriously on the sofa.

Let's do like the skating minister!
We shall walk and run and move around,
coming back to the house with rosy cheeks 
and thirst to quench with a cup of tea!

While the minister will sedately
glide over the ice,poised over a leg
as a dark blue heron.

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