I have long been the spoilsport sort
who isn't interested in going to Graceland while I live
or to Heaven when I die,
who gets tired of the Christmas tree
after a few days
and would prefer a large pot of hyacinths.
But it is good to live with a household of people
who are enchanted by the fairy lights,
swathing themselves in wrapping paper,
inventing chestnut roasting devices,
and constantly counting how many sleeps till Christmas -
And it is also good to be here among you bloggers,
you who so zealously,
are baking mince pies,
the good ones with suet
and the good ones without suet,
sewing miles of red and gold bunting,
applying glitter to everything in sight,
stalking the robin for your snowy image,
adding the last jelly to the gingerbread house,
and mulling batch after batch of wine
to get the ratio of cloves to sugar just so.
Yes, I'll sample a glass. Sure, why not?
Thank you, bloggers.