Christmas Bliss Poem by anais vionet

I'm under the Christmas tree like a present,
yeah, to rifle presents with my name on them,
but I'm caught, transfixed, looking up through the shrine
forgetting myself in delight at this multi-color heaven.

I've never lost my wonder at fulgid Christmas lights -
driving around gawking at decorations half the night.
If only the world could stay like this - but we can't
sustain rhapsody - we can only trespass on bliss.

Merry Christmas Everyone!