Christmas Wrap Up
Based upon true happenings in my hometown this season.
the funeral home rests quietly across the street from mine.
Tonight nestled in its silent passages
a young man reclines neath icy lashes.
Ageless in repose,
his friend slumbers at the church juxtaposed
to the trappings and tree
and merry gaiety.
In the crestfallen morn
they’ll be transformed.
Wrapped in silken blankets, put into a wooden box and sealed
to be hidden under an old fir tree in the field,
shiny new granite tags labeling their present plight
sleep in heavenly peace through the silent night.
Around the world in holiday splendor,
homes exude hope for a time to remember.
Sleepy tousled noggins eagerly wriggle out
of their supine blanketed nests with a shout!
While anxious kinfolk dream of perfection
hoping for squeals and happy satisfaction.
Yet, if we’d rub the avarice from our eyes
I think most clearly we would surmise
the best presents aren’t wrapped up, sealed tight,
and hidden from sight
but are the sleepy happy humans who play
amidst the trappings of the day.
(C) 2007 Victoria A. Davis, All Rights Reserved
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