CHRISTMAS RECIPE

 

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