Its Christmas morning, we’ve been awake from
4:00 am; no dramas tho’, an early rise is sweet
release from angst of broken sleep. Wasn't the
distractions of Christmas Eve - just a whole lot
hotter than usual - & tossing about in a bed on
fire isn’t contagiously embraced with dreams
well prepared for the main event occurring 90
km away - family gathering where each vies to
contribute a unique dish, its to keep us on our
toes. Our offering’s for tastebuds when there’s
no practical restriction on ingredients
shoulder of lamb opulent in rosemary heaven
and that indulgent decadence of handcrafted
coconut ice cream - all resting in eskies on ice
for the journey, with a car-load of gifts bearing
consideration of a lifetime of unselfish love
it again - a kindred trial for the familial blessed
© 25 December 2014, I. D. Carswell
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