Exceptions
The holidays are always faced with pent up anticipation,
Excited giggles escape children, they
scamper about, lose hounds.
Men are rowdy; toasts are made in
whirlwind fashion,
Women are frantic about preparations perfectly
proceeding.
Some families are rambunctious, a clan of joyful beasts.
Bawdy laughter reverberates off their bursting
walls,
Jokes and stories are
exchanged, never faltering, and
Everyone is vying for the spot
light within the feisty pack.
And here we meet a dimmer flame with equal warmth.
Their den is not in need of extensive
gaudy decorations,
The home is clothed in nature’s fine
robe of simplicity.
Soft,
dark tones make a familiar cocoon, comfortable.
The festivities are abuzz and fervent, in quite a subtle
way.
Fire but glows in the heavy, enduring
embers of generations past,
Particular light shines through the
smiling eyes, glimmers of sparks.
Licks of flame flicker above the
foundation, to embrace kinship.
They don’t need to be like other families, it’s all said in
The way they lean into each other and
in their steady smiles.
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