sometimes it is nice to just stay in
watch a series of cartoons and let
the white dog just quietly sleep on
the couch and as i drift off quietly
watch the boy and girl and see life
through their eyes: how wonderful
it must be as the tree goes up and
question after question is answered
eating too many candies as the house
of store bought ginger and icing goes
down again - how socks are put on,
jackets zipped and buckles clicked
dinner a short ride away, bread dipped
in oil and garlic, crayons slipping to the
floor, then hand in hand back to a warm
home where a dog that guards love awaits
