Holiday Season Poem by shimon weinroth

there are so many things to do,
first presents to purchase,
phone calls to make, blessings to exchange
memories revived,

greeting cards, email messages
embracing and hugging, all acts of good faith
propelling emotions,
full of warm senses and fine feelings,

fond memories in a box of chocolates.
cool wine for luring nostalgia,
demi tasse in delicate porcilain,
silver cutlery and white napery,

to fit the occasion, shelved and closeted
awaiting the command performance,
of four o'clock teas, six o'clock snacks,
or an evening drink

all part of the fun setting a table
laying out items,
all acts of good faith,
hopes to please and be pleasured

till the golden words are spoken
to exchange emotions,
speak out honey tipped metaphors
welcomes of magic voices, music of the psyche

come wafting across the gaps and spaces
to caress, fondle, pet the inner ear,
strumb and twang the happy chords,
the vibrating blessing of language