Written on 12/25/2014
There is always a place
for you on Christmas.
Whether it’s set for one,
on a fold-out table
before a TV screen
playing a movie
with dancing elves
Or with Parents, Grandparents,
Aunts and Aunts and Aunts
Uncles and Uncles and Uncles,
and Cousins, so many cousins,
who pile honey ham, cheese,
sweet spaghetti, and white rice
on your plate as they tell you
how much weight you’ve gained.
Or at a table with friends,
passing around cold beers,
salted chips, and near-endless chatter
until the night sky washes out
with morning light.
A place was made for you
since Joseph and Mary
were turned away from
house to house,
and only found solace and rest
in a bed of hay.
They were unwanted guests
who found their place
In time for Christmas Day.