The Carolers Poem by Ed Skoog

The Carolers



in scarves and boots
turn around our neighbor's pine
spill grog into snow,
approaching our porch with
O Come All Ye Faithful.
A few stumble or sing wrong,
open the door, Jim for
come let us adore him.
Annual Christian, pipered
by their pied joy, I lean
to follow when they go.
A hand holds me back.
The lead caroler, encountering
our Ford glazed with ice,
undeterred, opens the door
and crawls right through,
knees on the seat, gloves
on the dash and headrest.
The rest follow, pulling
We Saw Three Ships
through the car like a rope.
Soon I am falling asleep
in vast winter bedroom silence,
and I am singing with them
through local traffic
houses towns lives
exile and years of night.

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Ed Skoog

Ed Skoog

United States / Topeka, Kansas
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