Sometimes the time between Christmas and New Year can seem rather like limbo but here is a different viewpoint.
A Magic Time
Almost a
hangover without the thumping head,
definitely
the day after the night before,
but not one
to keep you dark in bed,
no tongue
like sandpaper or all over sore.
Rather an
exquisite warmth penetrating every corner,
but certainly
tired, even lethargic,
a need to avoid
anything but warmer,
and comfortable and remember magic.
Because
that’s what it generates,
generosity generates
a gentler core,
a wish for
warmer aggregates,
for which our
busy souls silently implore.
Before we
return to a too fast life,
corner sacks
of that holiday biscuit,
so that in those
moments of mental strife,
we can
refresh with a nibble of Christmas spirit.
© David L Atkinson December 2023
God Bless
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