Seekers Of The Lighted Holy Grail Poem by Joe Wocoski

As if searching for the ancient Holy Grail,

they drive up and down all the back roads

late into the longest night of the year.



Their quest is the myriad of lighted homes,

yard ornaments, and Christmas trees; all lit up

with colored lights to brighten the darkness.



To bring the happiness of childhood memories,

events of wistful thinking to a conclusion,

on this drive through darkened cul-de-sacs.



To seek the perfect light display, a memory

that brings out that warm downy feeling

of past Christmas Eves on this night alone.



Knights of the Holy Decorated Lights.

Worshipers of the Lighted Santa Clause.

Seekers of the Lighted Holy Grail.



Drive on, drive on, not knowing where

the next string of lights will take you.