Christmas Love - picture The Little Blue Hose
by lillian Morpork
It's Christmas eve, the house is dark,
All is silent, everyone asleep
Except us. We lie, joined, intertwined,
Sweating, resting, waiting for the next bout.
After all, Christmas is a time of love,
And what deeper love can there be but
The passionate love between man and woman?
Bodies joined, moving as one,
Hearts beating to the same rhythm.
It is the reaffirmation of our vows
The restoration of that joy we've shared
A time when it is just us,
We two, together,
Bathed in God's infinite love.
Soon enough, morning will come,
With all the noise, bustle and excitement
As the children open their gifts.
Our gifts of love, sharing with them
The unutterable, incredible joy
Of all that Christmas means.
The tree, an evergreen,
Cover'd in bright decorations and lights
Representing eternal life,
Promised to all who truly love,
Giving an idea of the great joy and gift of Christmas.
And on the top, the angel,
Lovely, ethereal, looking down
Promising to be our guard and guide
Always there, invisible, to keep us all safe.
Safe in our life and love.