An Ordinary Christmas

Cold December rain
Bone chills but not yet cold enough for snow
An ordinary Christmas
Fading in and out of consciousness
Drooping lids struggling to remain relevant
Trapped in a tryptophan glaze too much dressing and chardonnay
Melting in to the napping chair

The seasonal dinner seemed
More like her obligation than the joy I remember
Maybe just me older more perceptive to the effort
Change in the ritual

Santa just a pleasant chuckle now-a death of innocence
Dreaming of the next generation to rekindle the flame
Excitement- magic of the season
Forgetting the real reason

Soothed by the fire though
Mocking me with its flickering demons
Blue yellow eyed imps chuckling at my insignificance
Dancing in insult at my sloth
But I’ll ignore their impudence
And enjoy the warmth