It is almost upon us.
December 14, 2014 § Leave a comment
The season when the world stops.
And reaches for the pan at the back of the cupboard,
the one used once a year to bake
We celebrate the familiar.
Gather those we love if we can.
Miss those who are gone more keenly.
Give ourselves a dispensation from the grind.
It can wait.
And the music in every store turns jingly
And we dream of snow to celebrate a birth
in a dusty, dry and snowless place
or we forget that birth and embrace instead
our families, our neighbors.
Sing, whether we can or not.
We wrap the old year lovingly, in tissue paper
Or dump it at the curb in a battered cardboard box.
A new year will be delivered soon,
a snowfall as yet unmarred by a single footprint.
It will be a good year.
Note: To make my grandmother’s cake see my earlier post, Mildred’s.
ps: Due to the aforementioned holiday Slow Dance Journal will take a brief break for family, food, friends and raucous singing. See you in the new year, which will be great; you heard it first on Slow Dance.