This Christmas

I wander past the trees, and the homes;

full of lights, as if the doors would open-

wide. And I do my cross three times.

I eat my bread stick and my red table wine

is pouring down my throat. I must go to church. But right now there's mistletoe;

above me, and it hurts that there's no one to kiss my frost bitten lips. I must have my holy communion. It's important to partake of the liturgical sacraments. So I go to church. And oh what a blissful union

Of spiritual and festivity before me.

I feel so blessed. I'm happy I did this!

What a way to spend this Christmas!