Eager Dreams (of Christmas)
The clock chimed thirteen,
and embers humoured the frost.
It ought to be fixed soon,
the curious number.
Though in the night,
more hours are needed.
Season's greetings all.
Jingle bells.
Jingle bells,
high in the sky.
Sydney, China, India, Paris,
London, New York, Los Angeles, Hawaii…
During slumber, busy it is.
Bestowing hopes and plastic,
and eating mince pies.
The vultures be them naïve,
may then unravel yearned for gifts.
Reminiscent faces coo,
until new becomes broken.
Tucked up tightly,
eager minds dream eager dreams.
And a wave in the sky, blesses the dawn.
The end.
