there’s no escaping
Christmas Eve
it follows on the heels of
innocuous events like
autumn equinox
Halloween
you can hide
under the bed,
swim through crocodiles
across the estuary,
climb a tree and
not come down
but Christmas Eve can
hear you breathing
it will trail you
like a tiger
it will catch you
in its claws
Ahhh yes. Christmas Eve can grab me too. Your poetry is so touching.
Thank you Judith. It’s part of the quest to be honest without being a Scrooge.