(originally posted december 2012)
Certain days were made holy—diamonds
wedged into the dark ore of drudgery
so we might twinkle and remember
what we wanted never to forget.
We made them special
with our voices and our feet,
with song, dance, gifts,
beautiful vestments, roasted meat.
Not to mention drink
drunk to the point of hilarity
until no matter how we tried
to keep the thing, the thing
we wanted never to forget,
it slipped away again
while we were laughing, laughing
O so hard, we cried.
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And here’s a Christmas card to all my faithful readers with best wishes for the season…
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