Holidays Are Coming Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The holidays are coming
Bring out the finery
The kitchen is a'humming
With women's sorcery

It's time for damask napkins
And silver serving trays
The ones meant for occasions
More special than weekdays

Bring out the finest china
That's hid in cedar chests
Pull out the wines of vintage
Delighting honored guests

The jam jars in the cellar
Now leave their hidden nooks
To grace the festive table
Made magic by fine cooks

The ham cured in the smokehouse
Is ready to be served
The candied yams and pickles
For this event reserved

The floors have been fresh varnished
And garlands grace the doors
The children dressed in garments
Not meant for play outdoors

The sound of hooves is nearing
The courtyard swept and clean
What friend or neighbor bearing
Gifts, blessings to this scene

Soon candles will be glowing
As guests and family feast
And prayers and wishes flowing
For living and deceased

The time will come when garlands
Will wither, as will men
But mem'ries of those bright times
Return to live again.