Why can we not bottle its essence?
The Christmas
recipe,
That heady
concoction
That
special combination
Light of
heart,
Quick of step
A song on
the lips
A symphony
in the heart
Externally
warmed by the fireside
Internally
warmed by mulled wine
Generosity of
spirit
Jollity and
laughter
Its crisp
cold winter days
And frosty
starry nights
Evergreens
and mistletoe
The smells
of a Christmas kitchen
Infused
with cinnamon and ginger
It’s overindulgence
It’s
thinking of others
Absent
friends
Far away loved
ones
It’s
sharing and caring
It’s loving
thy neighbour
Its
compassion
Its
children laughing
Its mothers
sighing
It’s the
Christmas recipe
Why can we
not bottle its essence
So that at
times when are souls are troubled
Or our
hearts are heavy
At moments
when the darkness has descended
We could
unscrew the cap
And breathe
deeply of its heady brew
And be once
more refreshed
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