I'm taking a solitary drive
Through
The surrounding neighborhoods,
Enjoying
The many expressions
Of yuletide joy
Written out
In thousands of lights
While listening to
An endless fount
Of Christmas music
Pouring from
The car speakers.
I remember years ago
When my parents
Would take us
On similar excursions,
Traveling slowly
From house to house,
Our excitement growing
As each proved
Ever more festive
Than the last
Until, at last,
We returned,
Happily exhausted,
To our own home
With its simple lighted nativity
In the front yard.