Christmas Eve 4:20 A.M.

and every body has never felt more alive

past time to sleep and rest

and too early to awaken

stuck in the midst of both

we sacrifice our sleep

for each other’s company

the night calls

through the first flakes of white peace

down the chimney

where children gather in huddles

talk and play and sleep and pray

for Santa and his toys

 

the living room is bursting

with a parade of family

not wanting to sleep

instead rejoicing within eachother’s company

on the electric boogie slide

making loud thumps

and shaking the house

so much

from amidst the overjoyed people

past the sweet aroma of coffee

brewing so early for the hurdle

and baking chocolate cakes

mixing with the sound of

delightful laughter

pleasant chit- chat

amusing rumors

sweet memories

across the porch and over the driveway

a beautiful gift

for the approaching neighbors

 

how impossible it is

to not be lured to live