Christmas Ambivalence

Twas a week before Christmas

And all that I feel

Is a sense of surrealism

A sore toe and left heel.

Have scoffed several stolen,

Made cookies, drank wine.

Seen sparkling markets a plenty

Caroled, stayed frozen in time.

Gifts for the giving

Wrapped up with no bow

Under adorning evergreens

Besides bright mistletoe.

Single again…so who thinks of me?

Lucky my mum, son, the whole family!

Strange to come home to a Scottish winter chill

After renouncing Hong Kong, the heat: quite the thrill.

Enthused for my son, nephew and nieces

More interested in the vino and what we will eat.

Our life is a cycle with its precious downs and then ups

Next years Xmas will bring me my mighty fine pin up.

Kerry Bridges