The Lights of Christmas
It’s 10:15, late at night.
I sit on my chair
gliding back and forth
to the rhythm
of the kitchen automatic dishwasher
churning the sins away
from another microwaved meal
of Christmas day leftovers.
Christmas is over,
but its spirit lingers
as the still standing tree
sends its blinking beacons
into the night air.
The colored lights dance
over the artificial branches
as the tree top star
fades from red to silver,
blue to green
then back to red as it
starts its dance all over again.
There’s something peaceful about
sitting in the darkened evening
watching the meandering lights
sing their song of relaxing calm.
There’s war in the world,
tragedy on the news
and sadness nearby.
Yet, for these brief few moments
in the darkness and the calm,
the lights of Christmas
sing a song of
peace on Earth,
good will to man.
Bill Work © 2006