The house is in disarray
from the company of beloved children
and the sweet chaos of a new baby.
Decorations are brought out from closets and armoires,
trees lit and shiny remnants of years past,
hung from ancient wire
the deepening dark brightened
as we move into the shortened days
This is the first time,
in a long time,
that I have looked forward with happy anticipation
to the holidays,
free from the worries
of other peoples
needs and their justifications of year end demands.
I am relieved of all that
and can dream those December dreams
when the air is festive
and wise men follow a star.