After all the gifts have been opened,
celebration with loved ones complete.

You can't keep us away from the pen,
and
now we have the den.

I disappeared to my machine,
to write about whatever,
celebrate in my own little nook,
in my own little way,
here on christmas day.

There are poems to write,
and
friends to greet.
All of this makes
me feel complete.

We can overwrite the devil,
rewrite his mean and evil.
We can praise our savior ,
then modify our mean behavior. 
We can paint pictures in verse,
give misery a word reverse.

Speaking of misery in reverse,
I flip the coin,
write the word,
love is born.
Right before my eyes,
a poets delightful surprise.

Now all we have to
do is act it out,
play the show of what
love
and
joy
is about.

It's about trying
to be happy,
even if we do
feel crappy.

Sure the act is harder,
but
versing is a
great starter.

G