It’s the Holidays and oh Boy, I am a jumble

Bumble- I walk into the grocery and can hardly function,

Where the tyranny of tempting goodies, abound.

And then there are all the things I can make

Or send-I love to mail gifts and cards….but

Drunk on giving

I stagger and fall.

Face first- onto the wet earth,

She is close to her solstice now

And approves of us falling.

Equal portions of dark and light,

Stubbornly…. I will still fly off

To the busy post office when it opens…

With a box full of wonder ( I’m proud of)

For a family of three in North Carolina.

Having learned from the best……

My grandmother would drive up every year

With a trunk full of perfectly wrapped gifts

And I would stand in absolute awe

Knowing fully in my childhood heart

That magic had come for me.