christmas eve

a tree covered in lights and tassels and decorations..
christmas gifts wrapped and boxed scattered at its foot..
whew! it had been a race to finish the
tree and those gifts the whole afternoon!

the refrigerator carrying the simple fare..
but of course the preparation had been not so easy..
cooking is not really a strength, you might say..
but there's spaghetti, and fruit salad..
a healthy vegetable salad with italian dressing too..
and the fruits! apples and grapes and oranges..

the table.. aahh the table! it's a masterpiece..
with the red mantle and the red candles now lit..

the house scrubbed and cleaned..
the people important to the heart had arrived..

.. but where is everyone?
locked up in rooms and jailed inside their angry hearts?
.. screaming silently and crying unshed tears?

the candles flutter in the soft wind from the windows..
the tiny lights continue to illuminate softly..

.. and silence

somewhere..
this is christmas eve for someone..