Christmas Eve

Sand in my toes and salt in my wounds
Nothing stings like a wasp in your shirt
Oysters and eggs before noon
Must be Christmas Must Be Christmas

Time slows and it’s the season to practice
Patience
Holidays past rappel down the cliffs of my cerebellum
One beach or another


Everchanging cast depending on the geography
Physical and emotional lines on the map
Lines on my face
Wishful thinking will get you nowhere

Be here
Right here
Now
Hope you can find the same
A Merry Christmas
A Happy New Year

Patience
As I always told my kids
Is a virtue

Nice reflection ye old romantic you.