The Eve of the Eve
Christmas Eve would last forever,
Or so it would seem like, afterwards.
As a kid, of course, wanting it over,
And yet, not yet – while it still affords
The family gathered, watching the specials
And singing the carols, and sipping Dad’s beer.
And did we really do any of that ?
Well, we did in my memory, every year.
Christmas Eve still lasts forever,
As it did last Christmas, all night long –
Where we snuggled down with the sofa and sherry,
As the radio played an endless song.
But I never remember to notice on Christmas Eve,
Not till the following day,
Which is far too busy to hang around –
But at least we get that sweet delay.
Rhyming Couplets 