Christmas sonnet

 

The Christmas lunch is ready to be served;

The family’s late as usual, what a pain!

I had not wanted this in any case;

And now! The sky looks as though it will rain!

 

I do not like eating this fancy fare;

I can’t abide this pretentious mulled wine;

Fried eggs and chips with mustard on my plate,

Or cheesy baked potato would be fine

 

But through the kitchen window I can see

The willows graciously embrace the sky;

The squirrels spoiling food put out for birds

For one mean moment make my spirit high!

 

I too could graciously embrace the day;

But no! I’ll spoil it in my surly way!

Jan 19