Today is Christmas.
I want to write a poem today,
about Christmas and Christmas spirit,
about the birth of Jesus Christ.
But I couldn’t find the right words.
I am unable to think of anything except the hearty breakfast,
that is being prepared and on its way to the dining table,
the enticing smell from the kitchen.
I could only think about the lunch and the delicacies:
the roasted turkey, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes,
and roasted vegetables. And don’t forget the rich plum cake
and wine. I couldn’t think of anything else.
I could only think of having breakfast and lunch with friends,
and family. The laughter and the sense of camaraderie during the day.
I could only think of opening the presents under the Christmas tree,
and see the joy on the face of children and adults alike.
I could only think about the food, laughter, happiness and belonging.
After lunch, friends say goodbye and family takes its well-earned rest.
I think food, gifts, and happiness are signs of the Christmas spirit.
