Christmas 2 a.m.

There, in the glow of the tree,
near the stockings hung with care
and under the mistletoe, we float,
all of us, ghosts in the air,
swaying to the carols
in our long-gone everywhere,
voices-over-voices away…

And all the aches are abated,
and all the doubts are done,
and all of it matters no more
because it all will soon be gone.
So dance/just dance,
let us swirl this one more time,
for here, for now, for there, for when,
it is enough. Just dance/just dance.
I will.

I love the Holiday season and have very fond memories of family and friends from over the years. This year is no exception and, in fact, will be particularly special: for the first time in over 30 years, we will be celebrating it with my wonderful and beloved sister and brother-in-law.

To all my friends out there who are gracious enough to spend moments of your precious time reading my poetry, thank you, and no matter what your background is, or country of origin, or religion, may God bless you and the light of unity and peace shine on you and yours now, and forever. As Tiny Tim said (in imitation Cockney accent if you can), God bless us, every one!

See you sometime in 2019…

For other, previous Holidays poetry, may I suggest:

Holiday traditions

Until we’re all together again

Seasons (by Tierney Tolar)

Thank you for reading Christmas 2 a.m. I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain, and as always, I look forward to your comments.

The photograph was taken at Old Sturbridge Village, a living museum of the 1850’s in Massachusetts. To see my photography blog, please visit the Book of Bokeh.


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10 responses to “Christmas 2 a.m.

  1. You access ethereal for us, John.

  2. Happy Holidays, John! And thank you for sharing your poem. A pleasure to read.

    • Thank you so much! It is a poem that jumped quickly from the heart onto the screen. Sometimes they just write themselves. 🙂

      And a very happy, healthy and safe Holidays to you and all your beloved, too!

  3. Peace to you and the world…

  4. Beautiful poem and lovely thoughts about Christmas, John. Bless you and your family at this most Holy Season! 💝

    • Thank you so much, Amy! I appreciate that very much. And may I wish to you and all yours peace, peace, peace and a healthy, happy and safe Holiday season! 🙂