Christmas Desire Poem by Christine K. Trease

Sweetbread and candles, children are feasting
Laughter and tinsel, deliciously piecing
Noel caroling 'round the tree
Merriment joyful for all to see

Present wrapped packages given and got
One for each adult, teenager and tot
Candy cane dribble that makes fingers stick
Anticipation of Jolly St. Nick

Tipping of hats to fellow well-wishers
Watching in awe at the ice skating swishers
Warmth in the air that comes not from a fire
It comes from, instead, true Christmas desire.

Full little tummies, fuller still hearts,
Reminding us all of what Christmas imparts
Winding down like a timepiece from a true Christmas high
As the final hour is drawing nigh,

we begin to be hugged by a comforting peace,
as the gala and hubbub begins to cease,
a mournful feeling envelopes our soul,
knowing it all is about to go.

We revel in what is left of the day
hoping to find a way it could stay,
then giving in knowing that it will return,
the last log in the fireplace nearly burned.

The clock ticking off what time is remaining,
our ironclad wills attempt a sustaining...
giving into the dreamland that seems so surreal,
silently uttering a final appeal.

We drift off to sleep not knowing when
the actual event had come to an end.
But somewhere near midnight a hush was proposed,
when the ecstasy lulled, somehow eyelids fell closed.